Dear friends, I wrote this (below) before ICE killed another citizen exercising their Constitutional rights. Times are bad, really BAD. I’m trying to manage my mental health..it feels like doomsday, perhaps you share those feelings. Every so often, a year starts to glow in the collective imagination. People
This weekend, I am slowing down on purpose. Not in the dramatic, Instagram-worthy way with linen robes and artisanal cucumbers flown in from a mountaintop. Just in the radical, slightly rebellious way of deciding that my nervous system deserves a break and my house can become a sanctuary instead
I have made a very important, very luxurious, very responsible decision. This weekend, I am going to the spa. I am not going anywhere. (bad weather predicted, stay safe!) No reservations. No driving. No overpriced cucumber water. No trying to whisper while other people very clearly are not. Instead, I
During the holidays, a neighbor stopped by to exchange some food. You know the ritual: she brings something in a disposable container, we give her something in a disposable container, and thus the ancient suburban treaty is renewed for another year. She had never been in my house before. We
One Year In: The Damage Report It has been one year since America reinstalled Donald J. Trump like a corrupted operating system nobody bothered to patch. One year since we decided, as a nation, to click “Remind me later” on the warning that said: This update may permanently damage your
By mid-January, the shouting has started again. Everywhere you look, something is telling you to fix yourself. Optimize yourself. Push harder. Do more. Be better. Be faster. Be less… whatever you apparently were last year. It’s presented as motivation. But much of it feels like something else: pressure
My newsletter today is a potpourri of scrolling on Instagram: Mood - scary stuff in our country, NFL and tomorrow‘s college football playoff. #iykuk GO IU! FUCK ICE! Humor to keep me from mental health meds..but who knows what the future brings. No judgement! Be safe! FIND some goodness
Saw this story on Facebook and it fascinated me...sharing: For four years, a woman sat at a desk while Nazis stole 20,000 works of art. They thought she was furniture. Paris, October 1940. The Nazis had just taken over the Jeu de Paume museum and turned it into
I have recently decided that if I’m going to be a criminal, I’m going to be a very specific kind of criminal. Not the glamorous kind. Not the Ocean’s Eleven kind. Not even the “I accidentally walked out of Costco with a rotisserie chicken under my arm”
The Five Personality Types (According to Science) And the Five Personality Types (According to a 73-Year-Old Woman Who Has Receipts) Every few years, psychology reinvents the horoscope and calls it something serious. This time, it’s called The Big Five Personality Traits, and unlike astrology, it comes with
You know the old Republican trope: “They get paid to protest.” I’ve always rolled my eyes at that — because I’ve never been paid to stand up for what I believe in, march in the cold, post uncomfortable truths at 7 a.m., or argue with strangers online until
There are days when I wake up absolutely certain of my purpose. And then there are days when I stand in the kitchen holding a cup of coffee, staring into the middle distance, thinking, Surely this is not the full arc of my heroic journey. If you’ve ever had