How can I love thrift store shopping and yet be a snob when it comes to regular stores? I blame my grandmas.
What is your passion? Is that an easy question for you to answer? Do you feel that everyone has a passion? What does it mean if…
An essay I wrote three years ago about how my search for my fixed, true identity may be an exercise in futility.
I feel a strong pull to be authentic to my true self, but I often end up going along with the crowd. It seems as though I’m caught between pain from being inauthentic, or pain from being different. But are these really my only two options?
Apart from my husband and kids, not a single part of my adult life has ever come close to feeling as right as the time I spent working on that book. So why, oh why, did the words go away? And will they ever come back?
I haven’t written a blog post in an eternity. Luckily this is due to nothing more calamitous than it being winter, when the trees find themselves…
Parenting is a difficult job because we are supposed to mold our children (to be polite, to be considerate, to not pee on the wall). But at the same time, we are supposed to let them develop into their own unique selves. These two contradictory ideas leave me confused a good chunk of the time.