Abso-fucking-lutely no more reading of anything by anyone and C.S. Lewis has performed the triple hat trick of literature. EVERYONE is offended. I was a secular child raised by an atheist and a lapsed Methodist of the midwestern variety which... Read more →

In 1997 I was not the only woman in the room but I was definitely outnumbered. However, 1997 was a grand improvement over 1992 and I was starting to feel better about it. Maybe more comfortable? I definitely thought it... Read more →

Do you ever feel like a trapped animal in a cage, I asked. Response: Every single day. In retrospect, that wasn't the best way to communicate what my body was telling me. My body was telling me I was two... Read more →

I remember those jeans. Gap, circa 1998 and I never found another pair like them. They were retired in 2012, knees ripped out and patched at least twice, faded to almost-white, and definitely threadbare. The shirt is unremarkable if you... Read more →

I cropped the monitor out. There are eight people in a Teams meeting with THEIR CAMERAS ACTUALLY ON. Not to mention the working file on the main screen. That's just not the sort of thing we want to put out... Read more →

It's taken a long time to understand that the root of my, um, the root of the things I find most uncomfortable in my life, is a perceived lack of choice. It's hard to pinpoint when actual lack of choice... Read more →

Somewhere in an attic and/or storage facility that is not mine live three extra-large bins of Lego parts that represent the sum total of my boy's formative years. At one time each piece belonged to a set; some small, some... Read more →

Welcome to Phoenix We're going to Phoenix. Why? User conference. Where's Phoenix? Did you fail geography? I was sick that day. Can you read a map? A what? * But it's a dry heat. Not so bad as you'd think.... Read more →

Rachel sat at her desk wondering when, exactly, her baby brother became something she didn't understand. Sometimes the disconnect was extraordinary, as if he'd slipped and let some part of that alien human loose in front of her. The result... Read more →

I drove north to Starksboro on September 9 with no end date in sight. That's not me; I want concrete plans, or at least concrete foundations. I can improvise on that. The only concrete things I had were the drive... Read more →