Mamas, Do Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Awesome

August 17, 2015

From Instagram, the other week (mildly edited, for coherence): This is Emilia. She likes princesses, surfing, American Girl dolls, dolphins, cake, her kitten, and, as of the other weekend, motorcycles. She is, to not put too fine a point on it, a badass. She totally is. A badass that is. I’m not sure that that’s the right word for it. And for what it’s worth, she doesn’t think that it is, either. (When she saw the Instagram post, she asked what ‘badass’ meant. I said that it meant she was awesome. Her responses: “Mommy, what does me being awesome have [...]

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Counting The Days

July 1, 2015

It’s been about seventeen days now. They left two weeks ago Monday, on the Monday that I decided to call the doctor about the new lump in my breast. That week contracted in time; I couldn’t tell you now, without looking at my calendar, what happened on which days. I only know that I went [...]

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But Actually, Do Let Me Vet Your Mixtapes

June 26, 2015

According to the Myers Briggs type indicators, I’m an INTJ, which is to say that my psychological ‘type’ (according to the MBTI) is characterized by Introversion, Intuition, Thinking and Judgment. INTJs, according to various sources (that is to say, Wikipedia) only make up 1 – 2% of the population, which may or may not be [...]

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On The Flying Trapeze

June 25, 2015

From Report on Business: Trusting in the strength of her body to swing on the trapeze at circus school for the first time was equal parts thrilling and terrifying for Catherine Connors. The daring acrobatics perfectly symbolized the huge risk she took when she left a job she loved at Walt Disney Co. to start [...]

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That Voice

June 24, 2015

Welcome Amy – friend, storyteller, and a new contributor to this space. My father had a distinctive voice. It had a kind of intensity. It was naturally domineering and controlling. It was demanding. It felt like he was yelling even when he wasn’t. One fall day in the late ‘80s he and I were in my Saab [...]

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A Beautiful Mess

June 17, 2015

My husband and children are out of town for a week, which is wonderful and terrible all at once. It’s terrible, because I miss them desperately. But it’s wonderful, too, because I get the house to myself, and having the house to myself is wonderful because I get to wrangle it into a state of [...]

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On Love, Three-legged Races, and Leaning In Together

March 5, 2015

Nearly four years ago, I asked my husband to move our family to New York City. It will mean selling our house, I said. It will mean packing up everything and going to a new country. It will mean leaving your job. I won’t push you if you don’t want to, I said. I would [...]

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Check Your Message, Barbie

February 18, 2015

Look, this is a great message. “The hero is YOU!” YES. OF COURSE. But does the hero – nine years old? Ten? – need to be wearing high-heeled boots?

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Find Your Balance, Hit Your Heights

January 30, 2015

Last year I made some decisions that put me on a highwire – or a tightrope, or a trapeze, or a cliff face, or in any case somewhere really high up and really scary but also really exhilarating. Somewhere I could touch the clouds. A place from which I could make great leaps and – [...]

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The Truth About Santa, and Many Impossible Things

December 23, 2014

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Tomorrow night, Emilia will put out cookies and milk and a handwritten note for the red-suited gentleman who will visit our house – ingress through the chimney – and leave presents under our Christmas tree. She will also leave carrots, for the reindeer who pull his sleigh, because, as she says, [...]

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Nine Years Old

November 14, 2014

Dear Emilia, Today, you are nine years old. Nine years old. Nine years old. The force of time is something that you don’t yet feel or fully understand. Time, for you, is measured in minutes and hours and days – how many more minutes until we have to leave for school, how many hours until [...]

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