It’s been 2 years since my husband’s mid-life crisis culminated in a vegan ice cream business and we halved our income and decided to run a start-up business together. The kids are now 2 years older. They’re not very old now, which means they were really not very old then. It’s been a long, weird …
I haven’t been writing, because I haven’t known what to say. It’s been a long winter. So much has happened to our people, so much pain. It’s been there all along, of course, but it doesn’t change the shock of it when it rears up again. Each time. Each new shock. I’ve gone …
It’s been giving me palpitations and stomach aches, trying to figure out how to write for women right now. To write for myself. There’s so much to cover and I don’t want to get it wrong. I’ve gotten bogged down in research a few times, gone down some deep rabbit holes. Here’s where I’ll start: …
We climbed a mountain, to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary. BECAUSE METAPHOR. We got to the top, together. Laughing, and complaining, in rotation, trying not to get eaten by bears, and figuring out how we would poop in the woods, if we got lost and it came down to that. We’re celebrating bigly …
How’s that title for clickbait? Eh? That’s the first time I’ve tried it. How did it go? I read essays ALL.THE. TIME. that use gimmicks to get me to read them because I am a sucker and the gimmicks are working. They promote the material like something scandalous has happened or they’ve invented a new …
The other day I was being a fancy lady and getting my nails done before vacation. The manicurist was several flavors of bonkers, which I usually love in a person, but she kind of lost me during a really long, drawn out story about her dog’s false pregnancy. Anyway. Robb came to pick up a …
This, by the way, is probably going to be the title to my first book. And when I tour with it, all the women in the room are going to be like, “YEP” and all the men in the room…who dropped the women off, I guess?….are going to be whimpering in the back, holding their …
Years ago, a good friend of mine lived in Anchorage, Alaska for a while (cool, right?) and wrote for a newspaper in the tiny fishing village where the show “The Deadliest Catch” was filmed (REALLY cool, right?). She told me about one of the events she covered while she was there called the “Eskimo-Indian Olympics.” …
Fourteen years into marriage is like two 7 year itches combined into one wool sweater ant party. Even the extra strength balms (wine, frosting) don’t offer much relief. At this stage of life, the stress is real and the responsibilities are not sexy. We used to be so into each other and look for excuses …
Do you ever feel like you’re talking to yourself? Not in the good way, where you share a private joke with yourself that all the other jerks aren’t classy, funny, or pretty enough to understand. I mean, in the way that you have repeated yourself over and over again and no one in your family …