Lessons From The Flood

Lessons From The Flood

Down the elevator. Bleary-eyed and wanting coffee. Walking through the dewy grass and waiting for the dog to go to the bathroom, please both at once so we don’t have to come down again. Back up the elevator, but with coffee, thank god. Down the elevator, lunch....
Write Something

Write Something

It’s written every single week in my planner. Maybe not the first thing in the “work to-do” list column. That’s reserved for something really pressing, something that might actually contribute to my income or have significant impact on a...
I Am Not Going Into 7th Grade

I Am Not Going Into 7th Grade

My daughter started middle school three weeks ago and it’s certainly had its ups and downs . . . I knew it would be tricky but I really wasn’t prepared for quite how much it would trigger me. I mean, opening the locker alone was enough to make me...
The Joy and Excruciating Sorrow of De-cluttering

The Joy and Excruciating Sorrow of De-cluttering

We recently returned from a glorious beach vacation in Mexico, and upon our arrival back home, I found myself inexplicably possessed with the desire to Marie Kondo the shit out of the house. I decided I would systematically de-clutter all the rooms in our home, one at...