In a new house, in the dark, it takes a while to be able to navigate from one room or floor or piece of furniture to the next. I forgot that. I thought I could make my way from the hallway upstairs and down to the first floor with just a hazy glow of not-quite-pitch-black-darkness in the stairwell. …
When Chaos Jolts Us From Our Sleep
The world is loud, right now. Shouting. Shouting. Shouting. “Give me space!” “A little elbow room, please!” “Hear me! Hear me! Hear me!” Have we split our collective brain down the center? How else can we explain this wandering through a schizophrenic jumble of holiday greetings and fabulous cats on …
Because I Don’t Want to Write a Stupid Book
I don't even know what a stupid book would look like, but I'm telling you right here and now, the idea of writing or having written a stupid book is the thing that's keeping me up at night these days. Nights. Well. I don't really have trouble sleeping. I've always been good at sleeping. But, I do …
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We Had a Party
We had a party Saturday night. I am in my element when I'm hosting a party. I love every last bit of it. We decked the halls and lit the candles and pulled up all the extra chairs from the basement, and I made brownies. It wasn't anything fancy. Just hot cider on the stove, and brownies and cookies …
It Was What it Was
When I was a little girl, there were nights I'd lay in my bed at the top of the stairs in our yellow Cape Cod house on a street near where the road ended in a cul-de-sac. We called the cul-de-sac "The Circle" because cul-de-sac hadn't yet made its way to our consciousness. My mom had wallpapered my …
Grace is Reality
Always, in my heart, there was a dream to live in a penthouse in New York City. Bright lights and all. When I was little, my family lived in New Jersey and, from time to time, my mother took me into the city, often to see a show. We stood in the alley to wait for the Alvin Ailey dancers after their …