Good Things In Their Moment, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:27am
The news, which I have been sitting on until it was official, is that my son has sold his debut novel. End of Life will
The news, which I have been sitting on until it was official, is that my son has sold his debut novel. End of Life will

If you are staring at a blank page, wondering why the post is taking so long to load, one word: photos. Here’s a story of

Our doorbell rang three times last night. In decades past I’d have expected 40 or 50 ding-dong-dings. Maybe 60. I am not sure what has
Let’s leave the world aside for a minute. In the last days of the era the Gregorian calendar (Wikipedia tells me it was first introduced

Tomorrow night in Milan the JW Anderson show will feature an installation of my son’s clothing/art. The announcement is here. That was a really great
I am finally the mother of adult children. I mean, that’s been technically true for over a decade, if 21 marks an adult. But it’s

This is the story of my mother’s death. It’s very hard to know where to begin. She was 86. For her 80th birthday party, we had invited extended family and friends, she asked that guests wear name tags.

My mother died yesterday, early in the morning, in her room at her memory care home. It had become home. We started to understand that
My relationship with my mother in her Alzheimer’s is the best evidence for Freud I’ve yet found. I might mean a million things, but I’m
I went to visit my daughter last weekend. She had two consecutive days off, which is, in the world of surgical residencies, rare. She’s working

This year we returned to Hualalai. We flew home last night, I have photos to share. First of all, here’s the dress I finally bought
I visited my mom this week. We had an adventure. These days she can hardly talk. When she’s having what I can only call delusional
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