A popular narrative of both sickness and getting older is that you reach a point where you start to understand what's important. You lose patience for the unimportant, and start to pay more attention to what you want. That you "run out of F***s to give." I have long...
When I was a little girl, we lived in Tanzania. I was only four when we went to Tanzania and so the house in Tanzania and the house in Louisville that we lived in before merge together in my memories. Both houses had two bathrooms, but in Tanzania I avoided one of...
Lately, I have been thinking about the dead. Not my own personal dead, the people I carry with me, and write about, but all the dead. I have been wondering if the dead are too much with us, or not enough with us. I recently read an article about the dead buried in...
I was on my way to Costco when I got news of the revolution. I started the day with the news that in response to some local politics, someone tried to throw a brick with the N word on it into the window of a local Black-owned coffee shop. It seemed like a big deal....
One day we will no longer live in pandemic-world and I will be able to start a blog post with a phrase other than "The other day on Facebook." But, we don't live in that world yet. So ... The other day on Facebook some parents were concerned about finals at the high...
Having only two children, neither of whom was fathered by either Frank Sinatra or Woody Allen, I have never felt that I had much in common with famous actress, famous mother, famous wife, famous daughter, Mia Farrow. But this week, this tweet, I feel it. I saw a meme...