When I was eight, the girls in my neighborhood loved playing with dolls. I didn’t. I preferred to explore the Connecticut woods and ride around on my Schwinn bicycle. As the girls down the street were unwrapping their first Barbies on a sunny fall day, I cruised the...
Why be normal in a world that is not? Spoiler alert: I think normal is overrated. If you had an opportunity to receive a diagnosis, a label, that explained why you were different from normal—would you want it? Even if it could do nothing to change your actual...
Did friendship change during the pandemic? It’s hard to say. But I know what changed for me: I don’t take it for granted. During the pandemic, we isolated, pared our face-to-face connections down to a pod, and connected via little boxes on electronic screens. We...
1. Writing a book takes time—more than you can imagine. Whoever purports: “You can write a book in ten days” (or two months or ten) is inviting you to: Use what you have already written. Create a ten-page e-book to use as an infomercial. Send more poorly...
Monday morning, my husband asked me to read a heavily researched article about a small pack of men who had been systematically distorting American media with lies, creating an alternate reality now espoused by many. My response? Not that enlightened. “Can I have my...
Yesterday, I faced a blank blog post without an idea of what to write. No ideas. It was too late in the process to be empty-headed. But I had nada. Hardly a tragedy, And yet, the struggles began. It wasn’t just what was happening—it was my feelings about what was...
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