Me, My Mom, and Wordle
I finally found a place where the Venn diagram of our interests overlapped.
I finally found a place where the Venn diagram of our interests overlapped.
Gather friends and feed them, laugh in the face of calamity, and cut out all the things––people, jobs, body parts––that no longer serve you.
Trump pardoned the man who sexually harassed me. Will I now spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder?
I got sick six months ago. Now I can barely make it up the stairs.
It’s as unpleasant and awkward as you’d imagine.
Mourning a pet when so many humans are dying might feel unseemly, but loss is loss, and it’s okay to feel it.
The rules of the pandemic require every person to stay put in one household. The laws of joint custody require the exact opposite.
“The thought of simply breathing in and out without coughing and reuniting with my children ... is goal enough. To—literally—live and let live will be enough.”
Even before her wild literary success, it was clear to those of us who knew her that she was a force to be reckoned with.
Two-thirds of Alzheimer’s patients are women. My foggy 53-year-old brain could help explain why.