I hate being cold.
I mean, I really hate it.
It deters me from personal improvement–and that’s a fragile commitment as it is.
Drafty floors and Yoga? 75 more words
3 weeks ago
Just Left Awkward, Suddenly Approaching Old
It happens every Friday between 9 and 10 AM. And if I sigh a little, I try to remember where I came from. Another time. 805 more words
3 months, 2 weeks ago
On April 16, 2007, my son called me at work to tell me there had been a shooting on the Virginia Tech campus where he was a graduate student. 632 more words
5 months, 2 weeks ago
I came to my obsession with Lin-Manuel Miranda much later than most people. I didn’t discover him until well after tickets to Hamilton had reached mortgage-payment levels. 557 more words
6 months, 1 week ago
In the village of Skaneateles, NY, at the base of its gorgeous lake, is a war memorial. Bronze plaques list the names of those who died. 680 more words
7 months, 3 weeks ago
A few months ago at a supermarket, with a snowstorm on the way, I realized what is so terrifying about motherhood. It had to do with locked shelves and a sea captain in 1926. 421 more words
10 months, 1 week ago
After my parents stopped squealing into the phone, my father asked, “How do you spell the name of the town? I want to find it on the map.” 838 more words
12 months ago