The summer after junior year of high school, my two closest friends abandoned me. I can’t remember a specific incident, discussion or argument that preceded our departure. All I knew was that K and K were driving off in the morning and the afternoon while I stood at my window, peeking behind the blinds. Most [...]
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I saw the sign for weeks as I went in and out the door of my children’s summer camp. Did I dare take a picture? Furthermore, should I be a true Lynne Trussian Correctionist and—gulp—tell the offending teacher she made a grievous, though common, error in punctuation? What is a Correctionist to do? If you [...]
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She had obviously done it again, possibly in her sleep. Did her laser beams cross circuitry? This was another galaxy, something from a David Lynch film. But SuperWoman’s eyes were wide open, and it was as clear as day. She couldn’t mistake what she saw: A tenaciously thin woman with skin stretched toward the sky, [...]
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“Creativity is an act of faith, and we must be faithful to that faith, willing to share it to help others, and to be helped in return.” –Julia Cameron A friend recommended a book to me recently called The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron. My mind is definitely ripe for this kind of material lately—the encouraging [...]
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I have a thing for D.H. Lawrence. (No, I won’t make you read a book by him. At least not this year.) I can’t help it—I like a man who pushes buttons, who knows how to brood and uses his initials in place of his name. A man who isn’t alive anymore to disappoint. All [...]
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Yesterday, I found out I am a BlogHer Voice of the Year in the category of Perspectives! I am honored to have been selected, and I have to thank Christine from Coffees and Commutes for nominating me. (If you want to know a secret, I wrote her an email and told her we should nominate each [...]
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Dear Maladjusted Readers, I am at it again. Apologizing. If you, in your extreme kindness, are actually reading the latest Maladjusted Book Club pick, you may be muttering to yourself, “What the hell was she thinking?” And now I must confess to you, I wasn’t, fully. I picked it in a moment of irrationality, of [...]
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Every day, it seems, as I wriggle and frown in my uncomfortable bra, I am reminded once again of the great injustice of being a woman. No wonder our foremothers burned them. I’d burn mine, too, if I knew how to start a bonfire. The thing is, it’s not like I want to go without [...]
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