"Emotions should be understood as 'geological upheavals of thought.'" Martha C. Nussbaum (referencing Proust) Caregiver Burnout - Ai-jen...

Yesterday I listened to my favorite (and only) podcast, We Can Do Hard things. The episode was a "double date" with Andrea Gibson and...

Yesterday was a little harder. I was sick of my own thoughts. I listened to songs that are too cheesy and almost lost it. I tried to get...

Objectively speaking, I shouldn't feel so happy right now. Last week, during a particularly raw and honest session with my psychiatrist,...

The Mexican Sunflowers are finally blooming. They're one of my favorites: fiery, silky, and somehow simultaneously refined. And the stems...

The rain didn't make me sad yesterday like it usually does. Instead, it felt cozy. Both kids were home sick with colds, but they got...

Not a day goes by when I'm not winging it. It makes life interesting, but it's also draining. How to be a good friend, a good partner, a...

C and I had the vulnerability and exposure of a pair of slugs after the rain this morning. On Monday C stayed home sick with a cold, our...

It was 90 degrees out today, a scorching, bright farewell to summer. Today was productive in the traditional sense. I painted the hundred...

An early morning walk. The momentum of women's voices, gathering strength and quietly accelerating down the hill. An evening of great...

Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship. ~Dorothy Parker Sometimes I am so goddamned insecure I disgust myself....

I am writing for my life. I am writing into my life. I am writing because of my life. I am trying to survive just like every other human,...

Yesterday morning I walked with my friend. It's been a busy summer, so I've had fewer opportunities to catch up while perambulating...

The hibiscus, or hibiscuit as my daughter used to call it, startled me this morning. It bloomed overnight or perhaps with the sunrise. Up...

In a recent episode of my favorite podcast, "We Can Do Hard Things," the hosts discuss the etymology of the word "responsible." Viktor...

This picture is me when I threw up my hands a few minutes ago and metaphorically said "Fuck it!" and let my children do screen time...

When I was in college, I used to think that the poem Eurydice by HD was about a defiant woman, scorned by a lover and forced to turn...

Friends invited me to visit a garden today. It's a place of rare plants, sculptures, and ponds built over the bones of an old New England...

I wonder: how often do other people think, "This life is unbearable," and then push through to the next moment? What is the statistical...

Sometimes I make the mistake of reading my old posts. They often make me cringe. But today, instead of berating myself, I'm trying to...