Tag: Friendship

Truth, Lies, and Selfies

Truth, Lies, and Selfies
Over the last three months, I’ve spent a lot of time on Snapchat. I know, right, what is it, 2012? But I have. And on my public Snapchat, Mike and kids rarely appear. On Snapchat, my life looks… kind of good. Lots of selfies (my hair has been AMAZING in quarantine, and between my eating restrictions from... Read more »

An Unfiltered and Exhausted Reflection on My Recently Deceased Sister

An Unfiltered and Exhausted Reflection on My Recently Deceased Sister
One of the most formative moments of my life was the afternoon my older sister first tried to kill herself. I was sixteen, a college student, in the middle of a studio art class I adored. My cell phone rang and I took it into the hall. It was my younger sister, in a rush... Read more »

Fury: Women's Lived Experiences During the Trump Era

Fury: Women's Lived Experiences During the Trump Era
It’s a strange thing to have a book come out about how horribly you have been impacted by the Trump presidency, and not to be able to hold it in your hands because you’re trapped in a hospital in large part because of the incompetence of the Trump presidency. It took me an additional four... Read more »
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In Memory of JM Bates

In Memory of JM Bates
Because I know she hated when I made everything about me, but I’m grieving so I’m going to do it anyway, here’s a little story about how I met her. The year after I left art school set in motion everything that has so far happened in the rest of my life. I began working... Read more »

Our Community is Our Miracle

Our Community is Our Miracle
This picture contains so many miracles. See, all this week, Rivka has been talking about spinning her dreidel and getting a nun, which is what she wants. If you know the rules to the game, you DON’T want a nun, you want a gimmel, or a hey. But Rivka wanted a nun, because nun stands... Read more »

A Love Letter to my Husband on the Occasion of the Second of our Three Children Coming Down with the Flu during the Polar Vortex

A Love Letter to my Husband on the Occasion of the Second of our Three Children Coming Down with the Flu during the Polar Vortex
To my dear, amazing, spectacular husband, I know I’m a difficult person to live with. I’m moody, a dreadful housekeeper, an often reluctant cook despite a love of cooking and a genuine flair for it. I’m a selfish and mercurial lover, I yell at the children, and most importantly, I have sleep problems. Since the... Read more »
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Next Year is its own Resolution

Next Year is its own Resolution
There is a desperation that comes at the end of the year. All the things not yet accomplished, all the things to begin fresh with the new year. Lists of goals and resolutions and the abortive calculus of “better than” versus “working on” multiplied by “Things That Have Changed.” After Thanksgiving, it’s all a matter of... Read more »

Young, Naive Cancer

Young, Naive Cancer
When I was 23, my fiancé was diagnosed with glioblastoma- terminal brain cancer. Most of our friends were graduating from college, getting jobs, enjoying the freedom that comes in the years after you turn 21 and you make all your biggest mistakes, but not us. Our lives revolved around chemotherapy, radiation, clinical trials, and managing... Read more »

In Memorium

In Memorium
Today we are burying my husband’s grandmother. There are many kind things I could say about her, that she was brilliant and sweet and kind, but mostly when I think of her, I think of a conversation I once had with my mother-in-law. I don’t know what prompted me, but I was compelled to tell her... Read more »
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Names and Nightmares

Names and Nightmares
PTSD is a funny animal. And by “funny” I mean “not funny at all, fuck you PTSD.” Last week I posted about the reluctance of people in the lives of rape survivors to find out how closely they might be connected to an assailant. As you might expect, a few friends reached out to me... Read more »