Today when I was out walking, a stranger with broken in her eyes, came up to me and thanked me for recommending a book to her—Our Souls at Night, by Kent Haruf. She said it brought her beauty in a hard time. I don’t remember recommending the book to her, but I will remember her … Read more
Fear, anger and uncertainty are escalating, and lately, I find myself caught between extremes of being scared shitless, profoundly sad, and trying to hold onto enough courage to stay present, listen, and take action. But this I am certain of: Abusers and misogynists and bigots count on our silence. They count on our fear. In … Read more
(in response to the mass shooting in Orlando, Sunday morning, June 12th, 2016) This is who we are: WE are thousands lined up to give our blood to the wounded. WE are first responders, grief counselors, doctors, nurses and friends who carried dying friends and lovers out of a bloody nightclub. WE are millions of … Read more
Sometimes, when I tell people I met my husband on Match.com they wince and act as if I’ve purchased him from Walmart, as if I’d wandered the aisles looking at shelf after shelf of men, all arranged in eye-catching displays; snazzy dentists wearing sailing shoes, bureaucrats with their sleeves pushed up, biologists rolling their own … Read more