:: You can choose to write nothing about your kids, which is a fine choice, or you can write about your kids with utter kindness, respect, and gratitude. And even then, you must be careful.
:: Part of changing the world means that my kids do not have to yield their privacy for other people’s comfort.
:: Depression, too, can be a symptom of a concussion, but I don’t think that’s what this is, this wily creature slipping in through the cracks that have opened in me, cracks created by loneliness and boredom, by pain and inertia.
:: I decided to get tested for my children. Autism Spectrum Disorder is another flower in my bouquet of diagnoses.
:: Homeschooling how you think you should be homeschooling is impossible. Let go of all of those preconceptions you might have had, and your kids will learn.
:: Even the most well-meaning listener can’t help but feel, in some small way, that if the victim had just made a better choice along the way, the whole messy rape thing could have been avoided.
:: In an author co-op, identifying strengths and delegating jobs is mission critical. It is arguably the entire point of an author co-op. It is where the magic happens.
:: A few thoughts about what it means to work as a writer and in publishing, and to speak out as a woman, and to come from a family that has some money or a family with none, and to have good intentions and to fail to communicate those intentions, and the consequences of that.
:: CW. Because even with all of the essays on sexual assault that I’ve written and published over the years, there’s still one story that I haven’t told. But with Epstein’s ugly face everywhere, I need to tell it, now.