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Ah, it’s that college acceptance/rejection time of year, and no better time to really look at the admissions scandal that “rocked” the nation. For starters, I don’t know why it has rocked anything, or how a single person who has had a child go through this process, or has gone through it themselves, or is…

Locust? Famine? Floods? You wish. Nope. The Aging Apocalypse is not the end of the world, just the end of your youth. And not just the gray hair, reading glasses, and overall crotchety demeanor you’ve been expecting. It’s far more nuanced. And, oh, it’s happening. The signs are there. I’ve been side eyeing them with…

For the first time in over five years we are sending out a Christmas card. I quit the Christmas card business randomly and thought I’d never send them out again. But this year, Dan won out and our friends and family will be treated to a few pictures of our family looking relatabley adorable with…

There is much debate about the worst stage of parenting. Is it when they are newborns and don’t sleep? Is it when they are toddlers and you can’t leave them alone for a second? Perhaps all of those blurry elementary school years where they tell really bad jokes? Maybe tween snark? Or possibly teenage know-it-all…

I’m having trouble working or concentrating today. As I sit in my house, far from the reality of what Christine Blasey Ford is experiencing at the cold hands of our government, I somehow feel like I’m experiencing it with her. When she speaks my body reacts with a nervousness of stress that is unreasonable given…

You know when you are feeling fat for you how you spend all the time you could be exercising on thinking about why you’ve put on so much weight. Like it’s a mystery. I blame the steroid I had to take for five days due to a cough that wouldn’t go away for five weeks…

I don’t know anything about suicide. I’m not trained in it and I have no idea how you talk about it. But I know this, nothing I thought about it when I was younger is true. Maybe it was the message that was sent to us in the 80s, but I thought people who committed…

Dear M., Leave the dishes in the sink. Let them fester. Let the black ants move in. Don’t rinse and load the dishwasher. Don’t put that weird little pod in and get the cycle started. Let it burn. Don’t sort or start the laundry. Don’t make a call for everyone to bring in their dirty…

Almost daily, I read the news and I quickly lose faith in humanity. I wonder if there ever has been or ever will be a world full of compassion and kindness, empathy and acceptance, and just beauty, arts, and love. Yesterday I was walking through Montreal on a beautiful sunny day, in the middle of…

For the first time since my daughter started her senior year of high school it hit me. She’s going to college. I’m sitting here in my kitchen, still in my pajamas and glasses, watching videos of the schools she’s been accepted to and I’m crying. My baby girl is going to college. I’m not crying…