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A Short History of Falling
Every February, we ask a rodent whether we can have our lives back yet.
We call it Groundhog Day, as if naming the ritual makes...
Support by Subtraction
In the fall, I wrote about how IEP season is my least favorite time of year. I knew what I was saying. I’ve done...
In the Name of Service and Other Lies
I sign up for too many things out of generosity and fear, so tightly entwined that I can no longer pretend they are separate.
I...
This Felt Reasonable at the Time
I am not new to competition dance. I did not arrive here confused or unprepared, blinking in the fluorescent light and wondering how my...
Six Inches of Permission
There is a particular kind of silence that settles over a room when a doctor stops talking and starts looking at a screen. It...
Dancing in the Dark Isn’t a Metaphor, It’s a Memory
My husband and I recently went on something so rare it felt almost fictional: a night out that was ours alone. No backpacks dumped...
Welcome to Tweendom: Abandon Logic, Bring Sephora
My daughter just turned ten. Ten. Overnight, she went from being a kid who loved stickers and Squishmallows to someone who acts like she’s...
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like IEP Season
There’s a knot in my stomach every fall. Not because of the back-to-school scramble or the inevitable forgotten lunchbox, but because IEP season is...
The Shape of Loss, the Noise of Life
I recently attended a wake for a friend’s sister. She was twenty-two. Twenty-two. The age when most of us are busy trying to decide...
I Survived an Abusive Relationship, But I Still Don’t Feel Safe
I don’t talk much about the life I had before I met my husband. Not because I’m ashamed—though, for a long time, I was—but...










