Well, that could have gone better.
My dad was a super-devout Catholic who went to church every morning for most of his life, so there was no question that we would have a mass for him,...
Hot town, chicken in the city
The end of August in NYC means the air is thick and redolent of warmed garbage. Everyone is surly, including myself. I have to go to midtown in two days and...
The quicksand and the dead
Most kids aren't thinking about death lurking around every corner but I was smarter than that. I knew it was coming for me. For us all, really, but I worried...
One of the many ways this newsletter is saving my sanity
I feel like I’m inching toward a light bout of agoraphobia. Going outside feels increasingly challenging. Staying inside is easier. If my mom read this she’d...
We've moved!
Hello! We’re now in Ditmas Park, still in Brooklyn, not far from where we lived previously. We’re surrounded by gorgeous Victorian houses, while not being in...
A little story for you
Some of you may recall the time I got too high on edibles on an anniversary vacation with Scott. I probably should have learned my lesson then but my sister...
My dad
I’ve been thinking about my dad these days. He died almost a year ago, from Alzheimer’s. The very idea that Alzheimer’s got him really sticks in my craw. He...
This is about forgetting and remembering
We’re moving in a couple of weeks, and I cannot remember how to move. Like, how to pack things. Here’s what I remember: Do not overfill book boxes, or the...
I promise not to rename this newsletter "The Empty Nest Chronicles."
Hello again, our son has officially moved out. Moved right out, like he’s a fully formed human being! A person I created is on his own, out and about in the...
Here is a tender marital scene for you.
This is how it begins.I’m in the bathroom, trying to make sense of my face. I bought a magnifying mirror recently, because otherwise when I put makeup on I’m...