In the back of her closet, behind the clothes, next to the dresser, were two shoe boxes, each of which held a pair of peau de soie-wrapped stilettos, one pair cream, the other bright kelly green, both size 7 AAAA. I'm certain about the cream colored pair, which were her wedding shoes. I'm less sure … Continue reading Matrescence.
Here's how you invent yourself: slowly, then all at once. Under my desk at work there are two standing file folder holder things, one covered in red pleather, and one made of cream-colored cardboard, screen printed in soft aqua and labeled on one side... well, I actually can't remember what's on the side I can't … Continue reading Joel, the list, the folder, the notebook, and OMFG.
Here's something I love: I love it when I'm struggling with an essay and then, unexpectedly, I read something that both sends me into orbit and crystallizes my thinking. Bam! Block removed. For weeks months I have been stymied trying to write about some of the parenting advice I've gotten over the past 15 years … Continue reading A List from the Working Mother Battlefield.
