I. Even near the end of our time, my husband Jim tossed compliments around like confetti. He expressed his appreciation when I walked through the living room to empty his urinal, calling […]
“If you marry an older man, one day you’ll be married to an old man,” a woman I met several years ago told me. She’d been married for nearly three decades to […]
My little ones are big ones now and although I dreamed (then) of these child free days, I find I miss them horribly. So I’ve been thinking of their […]
The nineteenth-century writer Elizabeth Barstow Stoddard (called affectionately EBS by her admirers) is one of my literary foremothers and a favorite among those I claim. Her first novel, The Morgesons, published in […]
I’m writing this as Notre Dame burns. I’m overwhelmed by sadness and stunned by disbelief. I still have gratitude. Everyone has their own stories about Notre Dame. This is mine. The first […]
Since it’s Primary Immunodeficiency Awareness Month, I thought I’d talk more about my own experiences and how I have gathered the strength to keep going since my diagnosis. Most of the time, I feel some hidden strength rise up and push me forward, but some days, I wonder why I’m bothering to fight. That’s when I need to turn to the people who keep me strong.If I’ve learned one thing from all this, it’s that you need people like these in your corner:
I’m always sure it can’t be real when something good happens for me, especially something having to do with my career. So when my poem appeared on Verse Daily on April 1, […]
If you’re like me, you know you should meditate. It would reduce anxiety and improve sleep, focus, and memory. The thing is, whenever dog people sit on the floor and assume the lotus position, one dog licks your face, the other drops a ball in your lap, and the other stands by the back door, farting ominously.
I’ve been inconvenienced by the world’s concept of working hours since I started school at age four. I had a few blissful years where my daily activities accommodated my night-owl tendencies, but by and large I have gone along with society’s need to start things at what my body naturally feels is a ridiculous time of the morning, and I’ve accommodated. At this point I don’t care whether we stay in standard time or daylight savings time. I just want the time changes to stop.