I was weeding through my closet, as I need to do much more often than I do. I bring my used clothing to my parent’s house, up north, because they have a very nice thrift store that employs development... more

It’s November, and so I’m writing a book.... more

Sometimes I think we should stay someplace fancier. All our friends do.... more

My sister and I told my mother we were throwing her a party for her 90th birthday.... more

My cat, Felix, is lying at the foot of the bed. I wiggle my toes. Felix puts his teeth around them, and I can feel the little points of his incisors. He lets me know he could bite -- but he does not. ... more

“I had a very strange dream,” my sister said, “and you were in it. You want to hear?”... more

Traveling is inherently annoying. Even if I travel light, I have a heavy handbag, my suitcase catches on the curb, my laptop flops against my hip. Everything takes three times more energy than it seem... more

I am going to New York.... more

It is the time of year for vegetable gluttony.... more

My mother told me she was worried that her cat, Katy, needed to lose weight. Privately, I agreed.... more

I try not to write about writing.... more

My niece Isabelle is leaving for Argentina, and I don’t know how I’m going to stand it.... more

Yesterday, I saw a bunch of cousins.... more