It’s still fairly early on a Sunday when the three-year-old calls the dog an idiot. “Come here sweetie pie, come here you little idiot,” she singsongs from the playroom. I’m not sure where she got the idea that “idiot” is some kind of term of endearment. I know when I’m calling people idiot as they … Continue reading No Big Deal
I could hear the rumble of the crowd from the narrow alcove just off stage, but I couldn’t bring myself to peek out. We were the last act, the big finish. Suddenly, my jeans felt too tight, my mouth parched. “Anyone have any water?” I croaked. Someone handed me a juice box. This was a … Continue reading Finding My Voice, Even If It’s a Little Off Key
I can’t remember my routine or rituals before I had children. Back then, everything was my own: my time, my breakfast, the good morning kiss with my husband. Maybe there was the ritual of showering in peace or toast with butter, the routine of catching MUNI at a certain time to get to work by … Continue reading The Ritual That Saves Me
Say the meditation stops working. Say the three-year-old’s teeth don’t get brushed. Say the dog doesn’t get a walk. Say you forgot the sunscreen. Again. Say you put on the sunscreen even though you didn’t. Not everywhere.
In some ways, this has been a year of profuse connection. In other ways, I’ve never felt more alone. My writing connected me to people both close to home and far away as well as to hundreds of thousands out in the world. The whirlwind of publishing, commenting, connecting, the pinging back and forth of … Continue reading Connections
I am not a huge “selfie” taker but I did manage to either snap or be snapped in a few this year. They’re not artsy, just real life. Here are my favorites: Getting ready to hit the ice rink.