On doing fun things at an un-fun time
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Sometimes I think about a passage in the first part of Slaughterhouse-Five, where a middle-aged Kurt Vonnegut describes how he sometimes gets drunk in…
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I don’t mean to gloat, but my kids are back at daycare. A few days before the start of the month the school wrote to the parents with options. The kids…
A TYPICAL CONVERSATION CHARACTERS CHILD (A child, age 2 years and 2 weeks. Aside from Sesame Street, the characters CHILD mentions—DIEGO, LUKE, RAE-RAE…
Sometimes I forget I'm a mother. Scratch that: sometimes, after directing my focus toward something else, I resurface into the knowledge of my…
Over Memorial Day weekend, I strapped Hattie into her Ergobaby carrier and boarded a MARC train for DC, and then a Metro to Arlington, where we spent a…
The semester is over. Twenty minutes ago I dismissed my Introduction to Fiction & Poetry students for the last time. It was pouring rain all morning…
Spring has turned to summer, and beyond summer I can faintly see fall. My older kid still divides her memories into "before the germs were here" and…
One way you realize you're becoming a Woman of a Certain Age is when you notice that your body doesn't hold the power and fascination over the world it…
When Jesse and I lived in Berkeley, we knew a lot of people who worked in science and technology. (Ironically, now that we live in the shadow of Johns…
On Easter afternoon, our family decided to indulge in a walk by the Baltimore Inner Harbor. It was beautiful out, one of the preternaturally clear days…
Friends, I think I’m going to start a newsletter. I’m having some fleeting thoughts lately, and you—or the idea of your existing—are going to help me…