There’s writing and then there’s content.
It’s an unfortunate distinction. It sets up a dichotomy that doesn’t have to be there. It creates a content versus writing situation, in which “real writers” look down on content creation as a lower, commercialized activity. This isn’t new. Real writers have always been looking down on commercial writing, then remembering they have to eat, and then rethinking their standards.
When I… Continue reading
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This is an important book. Also, before you get the wrong idea, here’s the subtitle:
How to Recognize, Understand, and Deal With People Who Try to Control You
This book is not about how you can learn to control people. (That’s The Prince by Machiavelli.)
It’s about people who… Continue reading
It’s hard to let go of alternate lives, the could-have-been lives.
There is a storyline that runs in my head, a pretend version of life, in which my Mom is still here, participating, being with us.
A life in which she knows all four of my kids and they know her, they know her love and her joy and her attention and her kindness the way I… Continue reading
I had been married for almost three years. We had a baby girl. I went back home to be with Mom for what would be her last month. I spent my days feeding Mara mashed bananas and rocking her to sleep, propping Mom up on pillows and sitting by her while she slept, slipping out of the house with my Dad or sister to grab a milkshake and look at each… Continue reading
I had a conversation with my Dad when I was just about to graduate from college. I’ll never forget it. He said, “You know, Annie, I’m in my fifties now, but I still feel, inside, exactly the same as I did at 22.”
And I thought… “Well, darn, here I am at 22 and I guess this is it.”
Now I’m 35 and I still feel pretty much… Continue reading