I started three pleasant essays yesterday and today—one about a walk on the beach where we spotted a large sea worm that looked like a snake with an…
Last night I was in an ambulance on my way to Swedish Hospital in Seattle because my chest hurt and my breath was increasingly shallow. I was tested for…
I turn 54 in about six weeks. There’s something momentous about this birthday for me, even though 54 isn’t considered one of the big ones. My life…
For the seventeenth time today, I dial the number I have been calling for days. Once again, as always, I hear the same recorded message. “We’re sorry…
The joy and exhaustion of living with neurodiverse people.
Before I sit down at our little kitchen table, I grab the battered red and white composition book from the top drawer of the dresser. Clutched in my…
On a freeway in the dark, I drove a car toward my husband with the sound of the ocean spilling across the emptiness inside.
Dear friends, A year ago today, I was standing on a street corner, triumphant. My friend Margo stood across the street with my phone, trying to capture…
I can fumble around and try, with a bunch of adjectives, like I have been in my mind. Incredible. Exhausting. Revelatory. Chaotic. Joyful. Hard…
I never stop feeling ridiculously grateful that we live on this island and in this house. It’s not an especially big or fancy house. But it is filled…
Expect nothing. Yes, it is hard, especially when the world is bombarding you with images of happy families. But Hallmark movies are not real life. (And…
having despair right now is a sign of privilege