Over the past year I’ve been having a conversation, mostly with myself, about love and relationships. Keep reading…

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Forty by Forty

22 Jan 2015

I spent four years in my early thirties making, and mostly keeping, New Year’s resolutions. I didn’t do it the past two years, and it left me kind of adrift. This year I hit on the idea of making a Forty-by-Forty list: 40 things that I want to do by the time I turn 40. (God help me that that is now on the horizon… only four years away.) Keep reading…

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Lazy Sunday

23 Jun 2013

I had been thinking about kitchen tables again. A friend seemed to sense this. Keep reading…

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February has become a strange month for me, littered with jarring milestones.  Keep reading…

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I was flipping through a notebook the other day (how many of my stories start like that?) when I came across some notes I’d made after a long conversation with The Seamstress back in March. Keep reading…

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Sunday night it will actually be three weeks since I moved into my new place. Since I spent my first night here. Since then I’ve bought a new pillow, and new white sheets, and some new washcloths and towels. I’ve unpacked, though not all the way. I’ve gone through more bottles of wine than I care to admit. Keep reading…

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A season for swimming

11 Jun 2012

It’s been a rough week. I came down with a cold at the end of May. Just a mild summer thing, but I’ve noticed a reliable pattern where illness throws my mood off-kilter. Just as I’m getting better, from a mucus-and-swollen-glands standpoint, I hit a wall of sadness. Hard. It’s never about anything, but it’s there, and strong, and latches on to whatever it can. Keep reading…

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Once again, other writing is taking away from this blog. Keep reading…

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Some rules to live by

30 Mar 2012

Sometimes I lost sight of these things, and need a reminder. These are the rules I have written down on a scrap of paper—folded into quarters, deep creases, worn edges—that I keep in my back pocket every day in case I start to forget them. Keep reading…

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It’s 5:30 on a Monday afternoon and I’m drinking wine, against my better judgement. Keep reading…

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