This is my response to a New Yorker post about the essay “How To Practice” by Ann Patchett. And yet again, Ann Patchett has me in tears and unsuspected guffaws. I, too, illogically attach emotions to my possessions and treasures. When clearing out the house that I designed, built, and raised my children in, it …
26 years & more joy than I ever imagined. Happy Birthday to Noel, my miracle wonder boy. Lucky, lucky me to be your mom!
moments ago, my 18-year-old daughter, home for winter break and on a three-day babysitting jaunt, sent an emotive text. the contents, boiled down to a few words and some ‘high five’ emojis, stated this: “got 3 kids off to school with no coffee so i’m treating myself to starbucks”. my reply? “you will be way …
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