I Tell You Everything

I Tell You Everything

I tell you everything because I know you don’t judge me. You aren’t a judger. I just gotta know. What kind of person are you when you’re sick? A. Stiff upper lip. Continues with life with a discrete tissue up sleeve. B. Takes a day off work but returns medicated,...
I Have A Story To Tell You That Will Make You Feel Better

I Have A Story To Tell You That Will Make You Feel Better

After losing my Thanksgiving Turkey my friend of thirty-five years called and said, “I have a story to tell you that will make you feel better.” I, of course, was ready to hear anything. I had just lost my turkey and my mother has Alzheimer’s. You do the math....
I Lost My Turkey

I Lost My Turkey

I lost my turkey. I did. I lost my actual Thanksgiving turkey. This is not a metaphor for losing my shit. Or an allegory or an idiom (don’t feel bad if you have to google these, I did). Here’s what happened. I left the Madison Women’s Expo where I’d just given a talk...
No Sex Just Cuddling

No Sex Just Cuddling

No Sex Just Cuddling (Previously published in BRAVA Magazine here) One of my first trips alone, I was a college freshman busing it home for my first Thanksgiving break. Wide-eyed in the window seat; the ocean of sky overhead, a blanket of wheat beneath it and sidling...
Instagrams: In Loving Memory

Instagrams: In Loving Memory

Instagrams: In Loving Memory Memory is a confounding thing. I’m reminded of that every day as I sit with either my mother or my children. My mother has Alzheimer’s and can’t remember my name and my two teen girls have a kind of adolescent memory loss where they seem...