Dictionary

This week, I put the suitcase away for the month of May.  Which is pretty dazzling and exciting.  I have been looking forward to having a Saturday to myself to read and write and drink coffee and move slowly, the way I can only when I know there will be another unclaimed Saturday on the horizon…

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Weeks Go By

Sometimes it feels like so many things happen in the seven or eight days between these posts I can’t decide what to write.  It’s a Combat Paper/Warrior Writers week and I’ve been swimming in so much love and community–lots of affirmations and old jokes and new jokes, old friends and new ones. I was in Logan, Ohio for…

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Being Done

Did you ever take chemistry?  I did.  I worked really hard at it, and got really good at it.  I felt so incredibly satisfied when I overcame the I can’t do this and it clicked in my head and made sense.  Equation after equation, I understood it all–even helped other people with it.  And as it…

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Guilt&Panic

Erica Jong writes, in Fear of Flying: “You don’t have to beat a woman if you can guilt her.” I have repeated this quote at least three times in the past two days.  I have said it in other ways too–in apologetic emails that I’ve replied to later than I’d like, in the way my breath…

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Holy

A few weeks ago, I watched my son fly down a hill on his scooter, one leg hovering, smiling wide from a really deep place.  That can’t-contain-this-joy sort of smile. Watching him, I remembered so clearly in my body and heart the feeling of riding down this one particular hill on my bike in the neighborhood I…

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Sixteen

This week I celebrated sixteen years of motherhood.  My son and I spent a few days together, traveling in California, eating sandwiches in the car, making up jokes, circling around in conversation to the same things and taking selfies in stupid places (my idea, always my idea).  As we were driving and singing along, the Pacific Ocean…

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Playlist (and boogers)

I have been thinking lately about planting good memories.  Or rather triggers for good memories.  We know how it works with bad memories–certain smells or sounds or little gestures appear and transport us to some terrible thing for a moment.  And often it takes a lot of our energy to recover.  But I’ve been wondering about…

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Demigod

   The past few days, I’ve been receiving text messaged photos of my book in people’s hands. It’s starting to ship from Amazon and it’s really exciting. But also some of the anxiety I was anticipating. I’m not one for keeping secrets (anymore)–as you know–but still, I feel a little vulnerable, a little bit like…

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What We Know

 In most academic writing one has to draw clear lines to illustrate how they know every single thing they know.  Basically, any assertion made has to a) build to a single argument and b) have come from another book or published research.  Other ways of knowing are not accepted.  Not building up to a single answer…

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The Shit

I know there are certain delightful writers who are tracking how often I post and then calling me out publicly when I say I post a prompt weekly (I’m glad to be held accountable).  I have been thinking a lot about stumbling and getting up and about the sort of latent anxiety and excitement of my…

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