My mother’s love of interior design infused my childhood like air. I never thought about the pink patchwork covering my bed, the Mary Engelbreit prints, or the primroses running...
At eleven, I was enchanted with Anne’s intellect, her imagination, her appreciation of beauty, but most of all, I loved her rage....
The Washington Post - "Caring for young children and elderly parents, and wrestling with resentment"...
A flash piece about longing, adolescence, and female-on-female gaze....
Writing about writing and motherhood and too-hard avocados. SaveSave...
Where I write about boys, sex, mouth guards, and music. And the sometimes sadness of growing up. ...
Where I write about babies and children being real human beings with real feelings and personalities. Just like us....
I survived cyber Monday with my dignity largely intact, but that has less to do with my powers of self control and more to do with the fact that...
Read my ode to migraines, minivans, and Seagrams gin at Entropy. Love the fact that this photo is from my grandmother's tiny town of Schleswig, Iowa. Beautiful, stretching, restful emptiness....