Words for a White Weekend


“When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.” + Mary Oliver, When Death Comes  * Lately I’ve been thinking a […]

29,000 Words


Two months ago I committed to two-hundred words a day, inches in the miles of novel-writing that have saved me every day since. Some proof – mostly for myself but also, if you’re interested, for you. * Mr. Gregory, the resident bachelor and neighborhood handyman, lived three blocks out in a renovated craftsman recently outfitted […]


I am still reeling from the events of the last two weeks. I’m exhausted from sitting up at night thinking about it, my shoulders sore from carrying it with me everywhere I go. I can hardly look at my girls without my heart plummeting into my stomach or the wind getting knocked out of me. […]


Chicago 2018

“Words are sacred. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones, in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.” – Tom Stoppard This is the first I’ve written since May. I had fancy plans to make it happen sometime this summer between the bottles and diapers, puzzles and sweltering mid-afternoon walks. […]


I will tell them someday, when they’re old enough to understand. I’ll start with the usual (two pink lines, etc.) because that’s where these things always begin, in unsuspecting normalcy. They were alive then, two pulsing spheres already crafting their noose, and I – their mother – oblivious. It’s incredible, I’ll say, how you started […]