Aw, Shucks
It’s here! The book, The Cassoulet Saved Our Marriage, is now available in stores near you. In it, you can read my essay about how my dad, who annoyed the hell out of me, taught me how to cook, how…
An Enlarged Heart? Maybe. Maybe Not.
Yesterday I picked up a new book from Molly, my favorite local librarian. Every time I stumble across something that appeals, I go my account on the Phoenicia Library page and order it up. Then Molly calls me when it’s…
The Road that Leads to Personhood
So. Here is my question: What do I do with my personhood? Like, my subjective, emotional, hot-heart-self? The feelings that “come up” when something happens. Anything. Rejection. Fear. Anger. Irritation. The self that arises from within a flow. Interesting to…
Me and Joko: Really?
I am doing an experiment this week: no criticizing. Why? Because I noticed that my beloved 7 year old was busting her friends’ balls, gosh, the way I bust on hers and her dads’! Oops. So I figured since it…
Thanks, Elizabeth Wurtzel, (and the Kind Delusion-Dispellers at New York Magazine) for Clarifying a Few Things for This Aspiring Writer
This is fun. I get to join the ranks of the “infuriated bloggers,” according to the New York Post, as well as all the head-scratching dissectors in venues like Jezebel and many other smart writers such as Alyssa Rosenberg who…
A Dispatch from Post-Sandy Manhattan, by Evie, my First Guest-Blogger
My good friend, and on the weekends neighbor sent me this last week and I asked her if I could reprint it here, which would make her my very first guest-blogger. Welcome to my world, Evie! So this is a…
Some Thoughts on Being Quiet and Powerless
If I weren’t sitting at the funny conference table at the Emerson (the resort which happens to house a gym of which I am a member) gearing up for a shower, catching up on my work here, in other words,…
My Piece from the Weeklings
I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and now it’s up on The Weeklings. A few days after Frankenstorm, my house (and lower Manhattan) still dark, a few days before a Presidential election. My how things change. Oh well! The…
Oh, Sandy
Sitting here at Steve and Jessie’s kitchen table, trying to get my work done before the lights go out. The kids playing. Jessie ironing. Turkey sandwiches waiting in the wings. Watching the Pakatakan Mountain wait, too. A little rain. Some…
Man, this Sucks. Oh, Well. (And Other Thoughts About Letting Go)
Heard back from another small press yesterday. A little part of me always falls when I don’t get what I dearly, dearly, dearly want (and we are not just talking about books here). And this is of course why I…
