I have been struggling to find the words regarding yesterday’s horrific events. The incitement to violence and treason by a sitting president, the storming of the capitol (something that has not happened since the War of 1812), the endangerment of our lawmakers, the absolute attack on our democratic process itself - these events leave me stunned and heartbroken.
There are...
This has been a really rough year. One for the books, for sure. My patience has been stretched, my awareness has been blown wide open, and I feel like we're on the precipice of something...big. Change, I think, is coming.
Of course, it's easier to look forward — to change, to hope — when you're one of the lucky ones....
“What should I write about??” I ask my husband. He shrugs, absently. Pax spares me the briefest of glances. “I dunno…Mom….” his voice trailing off as he gets absorbed back into his game.
I stomp around, annoyed by being ignored. When no one looks up I demand, “WELL? SERIOUSLY?” Three startled pairs of eyes look at me. “No one has ANY ideas??”
Pax...
I didn’t believe her, at first. “Scotti,” I said into the phone, “the New York Times is NOT showing that he won. I keep refresh—“
“Shane” she interrupted, impatiently. “The AP just called it. It’s over.”
A clanging sound started, coming through our bedroom window from the street below. Mike slid the window open and we peered out. Our neighbor, Julie, was in...
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I sit up in bed, bleary-eyed, as Mike hands me my coffee. “Thanks, Baby,” I say, taking a sip. The coffee is hot, and after a few more sips, I can fully open my eyes. Mike opens the shades, and I squint at the sudden light. “I have to write my weekend post this morning,” I tell him. Mike plants a quick...
I had a lot of luck when I first repatriated after six years of living overseas. One of the most serendipitous meetings occurred when I used to ferry my daughter to preschool on the bus from our neighborhood to Chinatown, when I often spoke with another mother named Tara. She gave me all sorts of raising-kids-in-the city tips, but...
On Friday, we voted. It was raining, it was cold, but there was still a tentative feeling of hope in the air. The line at City Hall was long but everyone looked...determined. In a roll up your sleeves, Let's Do This kind of way.
The thing about voting is that the actual act itself — once over —...
My friend Natalie Nixon joined me for a quick visit, a little grub, and a new introduction last night. Inside secret: along with an imaginary Instagram account (of epic proportions), we also create imaginary graphic t-shirts from the best things we hear everyday. Words from Marian Wright Edelman (through Nat's voice last night) were immediately (mentally?) added to our...
The U.P. of Michigan is a wild, beautiful place. I spent a childhood with unlocked doors, and “sneaking” onto private beaches for morning runs (Hi, Mrs. Retaskie), and mosquito bites and smelt runs and a healthy fear of The Great Lakes during a storm.
It is a conservative country, where guns are important…but so are the lakes. When we...