When my older son was six years old, we watched the first half of The Lion King. Continue reading. . .
I'm in front of the full-length mirror on my closet door, horrified by the red mark creeping across my abdomen. Continue reading. . .
There is no greater betrayal than the feeling that the body which houses you has failed you. There’s no estrangement from your own body or mind. Continue reading. . .
You did it! You hit send on your last round of revisions! You’re done.
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A few years ago, when I was in the throes of revising my memoir manuscript and query, I read Jane Friedman’s article “It’s Not As Bad As You Think” on The Brevity Blog. Continue reading. . .
The world of genetics offers us increasingly detailed information about our health. Diseases ranging from cancer to strokes to neurological symptoms are being understood through genetic research. Continue reading. . .
Six weeks after I sent Brian on a fruitless search for a rat I swore ran under the radiator, the women on my street had a cookie exchange. Continue reading. . .
I was still pregnant with Andy when Dad and I made the decision to remove the possibility of your existence from our lives. Continue reading. . .
The electric blue bedroom wall bowed in, where the hundred-year-old tree had crushed it. Continue reading. . .
The news of Joan Didion's death one day shy of six months after losing my 87-year old grandmother, reminds me of the ways in which Ms. Didion’s writing gave me a glimpse into the psyche of my grandma. Continue reading. . . .
In high school, a quiet girl with wild red curls was in my honors English class. Continue reading. . .
It wasn't until several weeks afterwards, once her sons were back in school, that Maggie Olsen heard through the local gossip channels . . . Continue reading