Don’t worry; this isn’t going to be one of those letters. You know the kind. Some well-intentioned and wise adult writes with a just-trying-to-be-helpful shrug about how you should stop doing this or change that. Usually it has something to do with your clothing choices or selfie-taking habits or flirting…
Let me just start by stating the obvious: I miss you. We’ve been friends for 20, maybe 30 years, and although we have lived in different cities for the majority of that time, there are still days when I miss you so much the bittersweet nostalgia is so strong…
I have gone around and around for the past few days about how to start this post, and I have tried several intro paragraphs on for size, but none of them seem to do the topic justice so I’m just going to jump right in. And, really, when you’ve got…
When I first started writing here a year and a half ago, I had no idea just how exposed and vulnerable I would feel, that pushing the “publish” button would be met with a messy concoction of paranoia and exhilaration, terror and empowerment. Each and every time. The task of…
This time of year there are lots of words said about moms. There are flowery and funny and touching cards to moms. There are blogs about what it means to be a mom, essays about why we love being a mom, and passive-aggressive rants about how hard it is to…