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...
My Brother, Jealousy and Getting Over Ourselves

My Brother, Jealousy and Getting Over Ourselves

My Brother, Jealousy and Getting Over Ourselves When my older brother Ray put his friend into a coma it changed my life but it took me forty-five… Click To Tweet When I was twelve my family moved from one-hour outside of New York City to the Upper Peninsula of...