Before we get to the post, I have to tell you about some really, really fun things coming up: Friday, September 23rd at 7 pm, at Workhouse Arts Center, I’m hosting an open mic. There are some surprises in store. You should come and either a) perform something (anything) or b) cheer loudly and eat…
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The very worst part of mothering, if you ask me (which you did, by coming here to my website) is packing school lunches. “Wait, Seema,” you may be thinking. “Have you forgotten about childbirth and nursing all night and diapers and cleaning puke up from the carpet?” No, friends. I assure you, I have not.…
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We arrived on the coast of Maine after a long day of driving and stopping at scenic overlooks and eating chips and celery and carrots just in time for the Perseid meteor shower. I lay on the beach, my cotton scarf spread beneath my head. My little son, just ten and still bright with boy-wonder,…
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I know I JUST posted a few days ago, and you wonderful subscribers get this shoved into your inbox whenever I hit publish. I try to be conscious of that with posting and frequency. But I want to tell you two things. Anyone who’s been in a writing group with me–hospital or otherwise–knows the introduction…
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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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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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Here I am with my biggest fan/harshest critic singing our original Rude Song a few weeks ago. There’s a whole album forthcoming. Please excuse my hair, clearly we just woke up (broccoli for breakfast) or I was caught in a tornado (broccoli for survival). I’m only just watching this and there’s no broccoli left for…
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A few weeks ago, the kids and I went to the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore to see the exhibit we are inside of in the picture above. It’s called King’s Mouth and it’s this big foamy cave you climb into and lay down inside and above you there’s a convex mirror encircled with lighted…
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