I wrote this a few weeks ago, while Brady had what turned out to be strep throat. After two days being stuck at home with him, I started to feel like I had a newborn again: I hadn't showered, or remembered to brush my teeth, or slept well. Now I can look back and say of course it … [Read more...]
Writer With a Capital W
Don't look too closely, I am suggesting. Don't make me explain it. I have no time or patience for your possible disapproval. It is 10:27 PM on Monday. I sit in a quiet corner of a vacation apartment that is perched at the edge of Laguna Beach, between the street and the … [Read more...]
Lost in “Lost In Living”
Sometimes art is painful. But sometimes it's worth it. "Lost In Living," a documentary about motherhood and artistry, is worth it. I know that I have to ration my voluntary exposure to such pain. There are books that I stop and start, TV shows I simply cannot watch, … [Read more...]
I’m Getting By With a Little Help From Eliot Daley and a Million Other Writers
I tried Grammarly's online grammar check free of charge because I wanted to see if it was smarter than me. It wasn't, but it made some good subjective suggestions that were surprisingly intuitive for a robot. Here's the flow of events: I subscribe to the Dr. Laura podcast. … [Read more...]
I Am a Writer
I race to the computer. But first I furiously open a bottle of wine. But first I tear off my skinny jeans and thrust my legs into a pair of worn out, fraying "sweatshirt" shorts, the ones with a drawstring. But first I pee. I race to the computer to say this: that I am a writer. … [Read more...]