How I show her how to love.
In the middle of a crowded airport food court in Kentucky, I thought about my daughter. The one who doesn’t exist yet. The one who might never exist though I’ve already written her countless letters and etched her little notes on the edges of my diary pages.
In the middle of a crowded airport food court in Kentucky, I thought about my daughter. The one who doesn’t exist yet. The one who might never exist though I’ve already written her countless letters and etched her little notes on the edges of my diary pages.
In the middle of a crowded airport food court in Kentucky, I thought about my daughter and I thought about shoes. How one day, I might use the topic of shoes to inch my way into a conversation with her about great love stories.
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When I lived in New York City, I remember calling my friend up one night on the commute home from work. I’d been struck on the subway by (what I thought) was a really amazing plan.
“So I could go to Good Will or some place like that and buy a bunch of shoes. I could get a…
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16 Things You Don’t Owe Anybody (Though It Often Feels Like You Do)
How You Let Them Leave
Writing Memoir – It’s Not All about You
Everyone has a story to tell. Are you ready to tell yours?
I love memoir; the intimacy of it, the truth of it. Memoir shares a life and time. Good memoir is both more and less than a history lesson or autobiography. The writer’s thoughts and feelings unfold with the story to reveal something larger.
More than simple facts, memoir shares the writer’s interpretation of events. My sister and brother are often amazed at both my memory for detail and my bald-faced lies. A poor, pitiful middle child, these are my truths and I wear them with pride. Each of us sees the world through a unique set of filters. There is no single reality. Facts are relative because our experiences and observations are filtered through our individual history, strengths and foibles.
For the past two years, I have been leading a memoir writing group. These writers’ experiences and observations…
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Yes, I Am Single. No, There Is Nothing Wrong With Me.
10 facts about infidelity, as divulged by Helen Fisher
You weren’t special till I made you so…
I don’t condone killing and all but this song… so great!
The Paralympics, Past and Present
You Can Read the Post But I Know You Just Want to See the Picture
This is life with a newborn. At least mine.
Day 1: Realize you’ve been up for about 40+ hours when you finally go to sleep.
Night 1: Your baby won’t sleep in the crib and will only sleep next to you in the bed. Expect every nurse to yell at you, and feel relief when they don’t.
Day 2: Thank goodness for the hospital gown.
Night 2: Realize you have the best baby ever because she sleeps for about 5 hours straight.
Day 3: Fight the urge to burn the hospital gown. Count every minute until you can leave the hospital.
Night 3: Five hours of straight sleep turns to 3 hours…and she won’t sleep in the crib at home.
Don’t be fooled: She’s resting in the hospital bed on a pillow.
Day 4: Wonder if your baby was bitten by a radioactive spider because that’s the only possible explanation…
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Grateful Gabbing 