Becoming Eve My mother wanted me baptized with the middle name of Eve. It was 1953. The priest would not hear of it. In a covert nod to Church authority, she settled on the diminutive of “Evelyn.” I can’t recall exactly when she shared this anecdote with me. I do know I was old enough […]Read more "Becoming Eve"
It seems that nowadays there’s a book to help with everything. My apartment is crawling with objects from every phase of my life (plus a few extra lives that I haven’t gotten around to living yet)…and there’s a book for that. The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. This book upheld its promise. It changed my life. […]Read more "Self-Help: How to Procastinate Away Your Imminent Death"
I’ve been worried about the erosion of reproductive rights. I’ve imagined these all leading to a dystopian hell where women are arrested for miscarriages and families facing infertility are denied the procedures that would allow them to bear children. Silly, naive me. I hadn’t noticed this has already come to pass and is much worse […]Read more "A Culture of Life Imagined"
We had a crazy week last week. On Monday, Nick went to NYC for the day for work, and was overcome by a strange dizzy feeling. Walls spinning; hard to concentrate; nauseous. He thought maybe he was dehydrated. He drank a lot of fluids. He made it back to Boston that evening — barely — and […]Read more "The Sweetest Pitbull"
It was the end of a very long day when I listened to my voice mail. “It’s important, call me back.” One of the more talkative people I know, my friend wasn’t usually cryptic. I called back immediately. She didn’t say hello, only, “So there is a lump….” My heart sank, because that’s a phrase […]Read more "But I’m So Healthy, How Could I Be Sick?"
NICE GIRLS? THEY ORDER CHARDONNAY! And Miss Madame is most definitely a nice girl. Dear Miss Madame, I live in Brest, a town on the western coast of France. My French roommates and I are in our twenties and we go out pretty often, usually to a little cafe/bar down the street that’s […]Read more "Dear Miss Madame : The Lady Drinks!"
“You look great,” Nick said to me, smiling his crinkly smile and touching my arm. He was a liar, but he was a sweet liar. I looked at myself in the mirror behind the bar. My eyes were rimmed with a yellowish tint. My skin was flaky and beet red from the sun because […]Read more "We Are Still Here"
While driving to dinner with my sister and her friend, we started talking about our summer fitness goals. My ever-busy sister said she’d be happy just to make it to yoga and go kickboxing with her boyfriend on the weekends. Her friend said she wanted to drop down to 145 lbs. “Me too,” I said. “I’m […]Read more "Skinny-fat"
“Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final” ― Rainer Maria Rilke There is a thin line between having it all and losing it all. And it is on that line I balance, and I think we all might balance. We, as mothers, as women, as humans, all […]Read more "Just Keep Going"
I was standing on the platform for the 6 train on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, sipping my double latté – it was happening. Again. My hair caught between my shoulder bag and my armpit as I spun around, shocked at the pain that ripped through me. Struggling, I unbuttoned my light summer […]Read more "How It Started"