Why did you say that?

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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Meeting Your Own Needs

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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Through Another’s Eyes

I just finished the novel Happy are the Happy by French writer Yasmina Reza (no relation), which is told in a series of vignettes/short stories about people who are intertwined–by relationship but less in the interiors of their minds (isn’t that always the thing) and together paint a picture of what middle-aged love looks like (lots…

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Grace

I had such a beautiful short trip to Los Angeles with my beautiful mother. And read with some writers I was honored to be in the same room with. A really great night. On the trip, I finished reading the Art of Grace by Susan Kaufman, which had some really Interesting Ideas and a lot of repetition…

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Asking for Help

I don’t know what to say to frame my grief over Sunday’s shooting in Orlando, how to make sense of that kind of broken, hateful, fury. We keep saying that love will overcome everything, but reading the stories of the victims and looking at their pictures, it seems that nightclub was full of love. 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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Annotations

I have so many things I want to tell you about: the prank I kept pulling last week, (which I’ll tell you about later), and about spreading the embers of a bonfire before bed while a possum screamed, and the long hug with my dear first nephew home from college, and about apologies and forgiveness,…

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Memoir

It’s been a while.  I’m sorry.  This week, Mary Karr’s brilliant book about memoir, “The Art of Memoir” landed in my hands.  Want to know how it landed in my hands?  I bought it.  My own damn self. Because I thought it would help me with some writing I’m struggling with.  And it did. Because…

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