A Birth and a Choice
Today marks two things: It is my son’s third birthday and it is the 42nd anniversary of Roe v. Wade. I assume that at least one of my readers will…
StartUp and/or/not Serial
Before we begin, a quick promo: Do you get enough email in your life? Hahahaha. I know. But do you get enough email that you want to read, that feels…
On Anxiety
It starts in the hands. Or no. It starts in the chest. The tightness. The quickening of the heart. The heart beats too fast. Or is it beating at all?…
This is My 38
Someone posted this thing about being 38 on Facebook, so I read it, on my phone of course, because that’s what I spend a lot of time doing these days.…
One Year of Self-Publishing
Update: My friend Greg Bales reminds me that you don’t need an agent to get a good editor. NB: He’s a great editor! One year ago today, my self-published memoir…
An Open Letter to W. Bradford Wilcox, Robin Fretwell Wilson, and the Editors of the Washington Post
Dear Mr. Wilcox, Mrs. Fretwell, and Editors: I am writing to ask for your advice on how I might go about getting married. I’ve just learned that, as an unmarried…
Welcome, NYT Readers!
If you’re here today it’s possible you came via this piece I wrote about mourning pregnancy. Now that you’re here, you might like to look around. Here are a few…
Night Sweats on March 8 at New Bo Books
I took this series of selfies with my book and the Library of Congress Subject Headings by way of self-indulgence (and to show off my white hair) and to promote…
I’d Rather Be Smart: A Review of Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In
Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In is a book written by a privileged white lady for other privileged white ladies, and most of the criticism of it — much of which I…
The Beatles, 24 Years Later
I didn’t hear the Beatles until I was fourteen. This seems unbelievable, since I grew up in the United States in the latter half of the twentieth century, but, barring…