Last year I made some decisions that put me on a highwire - or a tightrope, herbal or a trapeze, find or a cliff face, or in any case somewhere really high...
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...
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...
Pretty close to about 90% of my stress and anxiety has to do with work. I love my work, I really do, but it's intense, and sometimes complicated, and sometimes I start and end...
The last weekend of summer, disappearing into the horizon behind us. We feel this as a loss (we sigh, we grumble), but really, it is only this particular moment and this particular sunset that...
'A lot of people felt that the world had grown too cynical for a sincere fairy tale.'
So says John Lasseter, at the beginning of a behind-the-scenes/making of documentary on Frozen, in explaining why that...
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday. -- A. A. Milne
I haven't yet had my biopsy. Which is fine, mostly, for now. It took some work for me to...
There's always a moment, when you're climbing very big rocks, that you look down and say 'oh, shit.'
Sometimes you say those words out loud, sometimes the words just fly around in your head like...
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a princess. I wasn’t particularly fussy about what kind of princess I might be; indeed, my definition of ‘princess’ was pretty loose, to the...
When I was 11 years old, I stole a horse. Actually, it’s probably more accurate to say that I borrowed the horse — I had every intention of returning it — but still: I...