I know I haven’t written here in a while. There are a lot of reasons for that. Mostly I’m just overwhelmed, and nurturing this place has fallen to the bottom of my list of obligations. I keep a pretty active daily photo diary on Instagram, but carving out time for lengthy posts just hasn’t been Read more…
It’s been almost fifteen years since I first came across Hope Edelman’s book Motherless Daughters. I was twenty years old and living in New York. My mother had been dead for two years and I was more lost than ever. I can’t remember how I came across this book, whether someone told me about it, Read more…
On Sunday I took the girls down to a writer friend’s house in Orange. It was way hell and gone, over near Riverside, and took over an hour to get to. Jules slept and V watched TV and I stared at the highway streaming ahead of me, and thought about my life. It was nice Read more…
A week ago I said goodbye to these three and drove away from my little home in Santa Monica. It was weirdly easy to do, an indication, I think, of just how much I needed to get away. I think the most startling thing for me about being a parent, from the very first day, Read more…
This morning when I was driving Vera to school I rolled down the windows to let in the morning air. It’s spring in Los Angeles right now, which may not seem real to people in places who go through real winter, but it’s spring nonetheless. The trees and shrubs are bursting with blossoms, the light Read more…
Dear Juliette, You are nine months old now. You have officially lived outside of my body, just as long as you were inside of it. There’s something about this nine month mark. I felt it with your sister too. There’s an independence that comes with it, an attachment that is less to me, and more Read more…
It’s Wednesday morning and I’m humming with happiness. It’s probable that I should be exhausted and stressed out, but I’m not. Not at all. I’m happy. I feel full, and bursting with excitement about my life and about the days to come. My trip to New York was absolutely dazzling. On Sunday I stood in Read more…
“A brave and intelligent book about big loss and even bigger love. The gritty truth and hard won grace in this beautiful memoir astonishes me.” –Cheryl Strayed, New York Times bestselling author of WILD
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Back to the same stretch of beach as this morning. This time for a run. It's been way too long since I… http://t.co/7afNcLTI2S