Escape to Nirvana

Wow. Sorry that took so long – I didn’t mean to leave you hanging in the middle of a blog post, but I was combing hair. Boy hair. Girl hair. My hair. And doing laundry. Some sixty-five dollars worth of it. It’s insane how quickly time flies when your kid comes home with…lice. Yes. Thanks […]

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Mental Space for Rent

Ever since you first picked up Dorothy Parker or Jack Kerouac and fell in love with the writer’s life, you’ve had an image in your head of what it means to be “a writer.” Probably that image includes some vice (sex, alcohol, caffeine, nicotine, luxury yachts) that you deserve because of all the time you […]

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Pen Parentis theoretically enters the blogosphere.

Hello! Walking back from kindergarten drop off today, I spoke with a doctor/mom whose husband is an award-winning journalist. “It’s hard on him,” she told me, “because of course he could theoretically volunteer at the school all the time.” And isn’t that the crux of being a writer/parent?  Working at our own pace, we theoretically […]

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