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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

I’ve been trying to meditate a bit more.... more

Everyone will tell you that when you sell a book, you don’t get to pick the cover. I know this, and I am fine with it. I don’t know much about selling books, and my publisher does nothing but sell boo... more

I have never minded getting advice.... more

I knew it was going to rain. I looked up the weather before I headed out, and there was a 94% chance of rain at 7:00. That was precisely the hour I planned to walk home.... more

I’m driving back to my parents’ home from a state park on a beautiful summer day.... more

“You know,” my mother tells me, “It’s not normal to have a tiled bedroom.”... more

The internet has gotten to be a mean place.... more

I am finally moving my clothes back into my closet.... more

“I’m going to take the pontoon out tonight, and you’re invited to join me,” my parents’ neighbor Rod told them.... more

I do a funny thing in the middle of June. I try to celebrate the summer solstice.... more

My space is smaller than usual these days.... more

My husband, Peter, doesn’t believe me, but I didn’t always dress up.... more

Summer arrived suddenly.... more

Reality does not always match up with fantasy.... more

It’s hard to know what I’m waiting for, but I’m waiting for something.... more