“I cannot pinpoint the moment I knew I would become a writer. It seems writing has always been with me — like an imaginary friend, or a shadow. However, I can recall a moment when a shift occurred because something within me had been named. Some friends and I were on our way home from Longfellow School. Walking along Jackson… View Post

I’d like to introduce this piece as a prequel to TWIRL, and THE TEACHER DIARIES. Enjoy. It probably doesn’t get more basic than a pair of black high heels, but I once owned the most magnificent and the most heart breaking pair anyone has ever seen. They were the heels to end all high heels. First, the color was a matte black – not… View Post

She and I are in Trader Joe’s on a Saturday. “Can you pick out the yogurt?” I ask. “Get some apples, too.” I grab a couple bags of arugula, tomatoes, and some cucumbers. She comes back with yogurt and apples, and places them in the cart so that they don’t smoosh the groceries that are already there. “How about blueberries?”… View Post

Whenever I’m having trouble picking out an outfit, which is most days, Jesse will tell me, “Rule of three.” This means I pick one thing – a shirt, a skirt, a pair of pants, even jewelry, and figure out three outfits to pair with that item. Usually that sparks some creativity and helps me climb out of my rut. (Sometimes… View Post

Hadley gave me a cobalt blue dress for Christmas several years ago. It’s a tank dress that poofs out a bit at the waist, and stops just above the knee. It’s not something I would’ve picked out for myself, but when she gave it to me she told me, “Mama, I know. You like to dress up.” She didn’t say… View Post