Monthly Archives: October 2009

One of my clients looked out the window Tuesday afternoon, and said, “Oh, he’s gelling his hair now.”  She meant her seventeen-year-old.  She said he has reinvented himself again.  ”Last month he was a cowboy with the white jeans, and the hat.  Now he’s wearing… Read more

Yesterday we spent most of the afternoon running errands.  At some point, everyone had a breakdown.  And then, almost home, a final stop for dog food, I set my wallet on the roof of the car to open the door for Gavin.  Of course, you… Read more

I have had an interesting argument with my partners over the last fifteen years. Am I romantic?  This is, I have come to believe, one of those things—like a sense of humor—where everyone is convinced they have one, but clearly not everybody does.  I do… Read more

During my tenure at Auntie’s Bookstore, I got mothered from every direction.  It was marvelous, and for the first time I didn’t resist any of it.  I began to get, at thirty, how complex and multifaceted maternal love is.  How great it is to be… Read more

Have you ever noticed how nearly every family has an against-all-medical-odds story?  As in, “My uncle’s fingertip just grew back.”  

“What do you mean it grew back?”  

“His fingertip.  He sliced it off with a saw, but it grew back.”  

“The skin grew back?”… Read more

Brooke’s birthday was yesterday, and Gavin’s is in three weeks.  I live in a Libra house.  Occasionally I get the does-not-compute expression from both of them, but, anymore, I’ve started to adopt a bit more balance and consideration myself. Just a bit.  Not so you’d… Read more