Death and Fragility
I collapsed in front of my locker, and black teenage mascara tears drip-stained my knees. A group of dry-eyed friends …
I collapsed in front of my locker, and black teenage mascara tears drip-stained my knees. A group of dry-eyed friends …
I wrote this post a while ago, and as I reread it in anticipation of posting it, I sensed an …
My best ideas come in the shower. I will be in the middle of scrubbing suds into my hair, with …
I just got home from an academic conference in Las Vegas. It was one that I had applied to for …
There’s something raw about blogging and social media. These technological advances make it possible for us to connect our private …
Let us start with a Beatles’ song. Let me dedicate it to books. There are places I remember all my …
I’ve been on a journey to find people like me. People who think like me, feel like me, and write …
Several years ago, I spent much of my time running a local scholarship program for the young women in my …
When my husband and I were newlyweds, we lived in Santa Clara, California, so Mike could do an internship with …
One year ago today, I started this blog. I did so at the urging of Michele Kort, senior editor at …
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not in Primary anymore
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