Yesterday we came home from Ellie’s tennis lesson and I rushed to the kitchen to re-heat leftovers and boil corn…
Kenneth and Politics
When I started teaching at my current school, they placed me in the reference room of the library. I was…
The Babysitting Wage Gap
Not quite 12 in this picture, but only 2 years off. What a dork. I started babysitting as soon as…
When Life Doesn’t Go As Planned
When my first child was born 10.5 weeks early, I was exiled to a hospital room at the end of…
The Road I’m On
Me in Yosemite, 2005. Baby fat, oh boy! My idea of what my life should look like was very linear…
Race and Dating
“They were staring at us,” Kenneth would say, smirking. This always amused him. “No they aren’t,” I would insist. “Yeah…
Dear Punk Sibling
This is a riskier essay to put out there (more so than Wimpy Texter!), but I’m going to do it…
Kenneth, The Pickup Artist
When Kenneth passed away, I thought I needed to write down memories about him for the kids, and maybe for…
Dealing with Negative Emotions
I feel like we are all searching for a magic bullet answer about to how to prevent feeling negative emotions.…
The Wimpy Texter*
Kenneth and I, circa March 2007, when we started dating. I discovered a secret. Shame dissipates when you throw the…