I asked a lot of questions at my first post-op. Can I hike? Can I swim? Can I ride my bike inside? The answers: sure, tentatively yes, actually I would just wait. No bikes, no scooters, no skateboarding. (I’m flattered that I look like someone who skateboards.) Let your scar fully heal. Just don’t fall. […]


When I leave my bedroom in the morning I walk through a spiderweb. I try to pull it off of my body as if it’s a hair that can be snatched up and discarded. But it’s not a hair and I can’t quite grab it so it lingers and eventually dissolves. During the day I […]

Fresh cut

The other day a woman in a coffee shop told me that she liked my hair. I smiled at her but I also smiled to myself because earlier that day I’d been cursing my hair. It’s been falling out, you see, and I’ve been down about it. But–the fact that my hair is falling out […]

Happy day to mothers, women, grown daughters (yes that’s me, sorry for making this holiday about me)

I think there should be a word for when a woman reaches the age at which her mother birthed her. Some ideas: Mumday. Momage. Maternal return. Materological age. Matriarchable. (omg please help.) To be that age is to live in a palindrome, time folded in half, where stories are told backwards and forwards from the […]

Bye bye Amazon

This year I considered making a New Year’s Resolution to not shop at Amazon anymore. But that failed pretty quickly. It’s just that they have all of the obscure books and all of the obscure homeopathic remedies (yes those are basically the two categories of things that I buy on Amazon). Actually, first I considered […]

A fight with time

In school there were always those kids that did their homework in the car on the way home. Or during passing periods. Or in class even. Well I was not that kid. It haunts me still. Now that I have slightly overcommitted myself. With the jobs and the writing projects. And every day I feel […]