Dear Literary Agent, I wrote a lovely novel, and I have no doubt you’ll clamor over your desk and spill your morning coffee just to reach the phone to hear all about it. It’s about anonymous letters and love and friendship – tantalizing themes that have never before surfaced in the history of fiction. I […]
[Continue reading...]dancing queen

It’s been three years in the waiting. Three long years of dance practice, ballet shoes, various pairs of tights, and teachers. Finally, our daughter of almost six years had her first dance recital. And it was miserable. It all started a few weeks back. “You know, mom,” she said. I was squatting down on the […]
[Continue reading...]one liners, part III
Right now, my two-year-old son is speaking in short and very direct sentences like “me eat” and “I do it.” There is also the ever-so-popular “MINE” and “No night night, mama. Applesauce.” Although my son’s extreme narcissism and obsession with slapping my face while saying “no hit” at the same time are great fun, for […]
[Continue reading...]brown paper stories
I hate to use the word artist to describe myself. I’m not covered in tattoos and don’t work a night shift at IHOP. I’m not struggling to make ends meet, recovering from a drug habit, or walking around with paint on my elbows. I’m a lawyer, for goodness sakes. The amount of artistry it takes […]
[Continue reading...]Give bran a chance
I’m not a huge fan of blogs that are only about cooking. Don’t get me wrong. I love to bake, and there’s nothing quite so enchanting as seeing a Nikon zoom into a bowl of flour and watching frame-by-frame as the butter is mixed in. There goes the sugar. Is that unbaked dough? Are those […]
[Continue reading...]Advice for my daughter
My dear daughter, You are so precious at this age. Everything I do is right, and true, and my kisses are like pink bubble gum sparkles on your cheeks. I am taking it all in that you love me so. But soon, you will see the ugly and cruel side of life. I will stop […]
[Continue reading...]Brushstrokes

The artwork of Georges Seurat is ugly when you stand up close. The compilation of colors and brushstrokes and dots make no sense when you’re staring directly at them. You go take a look at Monet’s Water Lilies from a foot away and tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I think life is […]
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