Today is the last day of school for B and C. It's a wrap on 3rd and K. Before I describe this morning, here's this year's data....

I'm not quite sure how this metaphor will unfold, but I've been thinking about automatons and the way I choose to live my life. The first...

What I'm gleaning from smart ladies with life experience: Need vs Want. The more honest you are with yourself The more honest you are...

This birthday weekend was one for the books. My son invited his entire kindergarten class to celebrate with me on Friday because he "knew...

It must be nice to be a Man, capital M man, Man whose M is flipped to be a W for White, Man the representative noun, except it's not...

Why does everything I see in the garden remind me of something else (usually food)? The bumble bee is my drunken chef: White sugar stuck...

My daughter is living art. I talk about my son a lot -- the squeaky wheel, and all that -- but my daughter is equally precious and...

For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone... and when we speak we are...

I think Parenting, done right, is just a practice in saying goodbye. Goodbye, my love. Go out into this fathomless world where I can't...

G-d exposure therapy. Today is the elementary school's annual Hike Through History. It's 86 degrees outside, and there's little shade in...

Walking through the Monet traveling exhibit in Boston during a French class fieldtrip in high school, listening to the tutorial audio...

A bearded iris in the morning's first light, the beard a glowing sea anemone, the petals a beaded Victorian purse. The t-shirts I found...

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I'm trying to figure shit out through writing. One of the things I realized during this therapeutic...

Winnowing, distilling, parsing, honing, exposing. Great writing requires a ruthless pen. Re-reading the passage over and over, each time...

I slept fitfully last night. The kids used my phone to listen to a sleep story, and I was too tired to retrieve it after they fell...

The first bachelor button bloomed yesterday. Some days my brain feels like it contains an empty marble rolling back and forth with each...

The unbearable Thing isn't, really. Because if it was unbearable, then we couldn't carry it. Examining the sadness, looking inward at the...

Passant, regarde ce grand arbre et à travers lui, il peut suffire.Car même déchiré, souillé, l’arbre des rues, c’est toute la nature,...

What does it mean to write about trauma in real time? Instead of going to work to avoid processing the loss, the Finder makes the...

I'm listening to Frozen 2. On my own. "The Next Right Thing," sung by my celebrity crush Kristen Bell, fits my mood. And the next song,...