We went to the shore for Easter. The weather was supposed to be nice, and we figured it was worth the hour and a half drive.
Elizabeth, my youngest, could have resurrected Jesus herself with her screams. Then there was Emilia, frustrated with her little sister’s screams, and
I’m sorry for the delay. Things have been…weird around here.
My therapist has thrown out the word ‘manic’. My parents have expressed ‘worry’ and dying on a hill has entered the vernacular.
And the past few nights, when I couldn’t
A couple of weeks ago my friend came to visit. She’s also the godmother of my children. She’s also the reason I launched the last two episodes of the podcast. Anyway, I love this friend. I’ve known her for eight years. But it’
I’m a little angry right now. Not at my husband. But with someone my husband was just with. Someone my husband went out with, who said something to him.
This was during a guy’s night in New York on Friday. A trip I told him to
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Reckoning (noun): An accounting, as for things received or done. When your actions are judged as good or bad and you are rewarded or punished.I have a theory. My theory is based on hunches and tidbits and quotes and after ten years in a relationship and three years as
Writers & Lovers follows Casey–a smart and achingly vulnerable protagonist–in the last days of a long youth, a time when every element of her life comes to a crisis. Written with King’s trademark humor, heart, and intelligence, Writers & Lovers is a transfixing novel that explores the terrifying and exhilarating leap between the end of one phase of life and the beginning of another.
In an American suburb in the early 1980s, students at a highly competitive performing arts high school struggle and thrive in a rarified bubble, ambitiously pursuing music, movement, Shakespeare, and, particularly, their acting classes. When within this striving “Brotherhood of the Arts,” two freshmen, David and Sarah, fall headlong into love, their passion does not go unnoticed–or untoyed with–by anyone, especially not by their charismatic acting teacher, Mr. Kingsley.
Perfect for fans of Barbara Kingsolver and Karen Russell, Where the Crawdads Sing is at once an exquisite ode to the natural world, a heartbreaking coming-of-age story, and a surprising tale of possible murder. Owens reminds us that we are forever shaped by the children we once were, and that we are all subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps.
Here is the dazzling saga of two women, the brilliant, bookish Elena and the fiery, uncontainable Lila. Both are now adults; life’s great discoveries have been made, its vagaries and losses have been suffered. Through it all, the women’s friendship has remained the gravitational center of their lives.
I have always been entranced by language. The way it’s written, spoken, interpreted. The way the French have a word for a certain ‘blue’ type of day. The way the Spanish rolls their rs. The way there are no. The way our minds are molded by the sentences we hear. The way our faces change […]
‘Every story is us’ -Rumi The old man looks at me from across the empty bar, and I see his face transform into a big question mark. I ask the bartender to make me a ‘café lungo’. The old man signals for the same. What did I look for, he asks me in his broken […]
I’ve heard all about boundaries. I think at this point we all have. Protect your energy, draw a line in the sand and don’t cross it, don’t allow others to invade what is rightfully your space and your space alone. I hear you. But what exactly are we protecting our energy for? Even if we […]
