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February 21, 2010
The Thigh War
It was winter. It had been raining for two weeks straight. I was depressed. “You are having an existential crisis,” said a friend. “Go to church.” Now, I hadn’t been to church in a very long time. The last time I can remember going was the day my son was baptized and he cried the [...]
November 20, 2009
The Parents of Mr. Hemlock’s Third Graders are proud to present . . .
Why Mr. Hemlock Thinks Plays Should be Taken Out of the Elementary School Curriculum Parent 1: Welcome! Welcome to the play. Parent 2: I should be Parent 1. I don’t know why I’m not Parent 1. Why am I always Parent 2? Parent 3: Welcome! Welcome to the play. Mr. Hemlock: (in a whisper from [...]
August 19, 2009
The Dangerous Book for Forty-Something Women
Recently I bought my son a copy of The Dangerous Book For Boys. Okay, I know, I’m a little late to the game here. I read the book that night from cover to cover and saw just how we had failed him. All the knots we hadn’t taught him to tie. All the rabbits we hadn’t [...]
July 24, 2009
Any time, any day, you can hear the people say . . .
If there’s one song for me that evokes a New England summer in all its glory–its heartbreak, humidity, brevity, longing and hope, its clamcakes, Levi’s, docks and lakes and rivers, its yellow cellophaned packages of Swedish Fish, it’s Listen To What the Man Said, by Paul McCartney. It was the summer of 1974. The camp [...]
July 2, 2009
Less watercolor, more oil painting
I purportedly went to my favorite independent bookstore, A Great Good Place for Books to hear Chandler Burr read from his fabulous new novel You or Someone Like You the other night, but really I went because I wanted him to smell me. You see besides being a novelist, a journalist and a screenwriter, Chandler [...]
June 24, 2009
Maple Honey Caramels
Every so often I become obsessed with a particular kind of candy. Candy other than Twizzlers, that is. And Butterfingers. Sweet Revolution Maple Honey Caramels. I can’t stop thinking about them. I bought a little box at Miette on Chestnut Street in San Francisco to give to my husband for father’s day. I [...]
June 16, 2009
The Pajamaist
Isn’t that an amazing title? I wish I had thought of it. I’m reading Matthew Zapruder’s book of poetry The Pajamaist and it’s brilliant. I’m so inspired that I have been practicing being a pajamaist. What is a pajamaist, you may ask. I’ve come to realize that’s a very personal question and I can only [...]
