It’s Holy Saturday. A dog is barking outside and there is a substantial wind. The curtains billow around the open window. C is playing in his room, creating race tracks and drumming symphonies, all while suffering an unpleasant cough. Dave is sleeping late, by which I mean past 7:30. I’m sitting at my computer trying […]Read More Holy week and the gift from my youth
I know it’s a thing lots of people want to be. But here’s the deal: being middle class sucks. When I was in undergrad labor historian Priscilla Murolo gave a giant lecture class at Sarah Lawrence, the private college where I studied. Sitting there in lecture hall, she asked us: “who among you believes that you’re […]Read More Being middle class sucks.
Yesterday I felt pulled in two directions. I’ve talked to other artist parents about this, about this pull, and yesterday, not for the first time, I felt it. I’d had a super productive day planned. Work at my job-type-job in the morning, then drop off my brand new laptop for repair (I think I got […]Read More Pushed and pulled
My kid keeps asking if one of his friends from school can come over. My first thought was that the tables had turned, and now parenthood wasn’t a question of incorporating my child into my social life, but he asking me to facilitate his. My second thought was that this was sweet, that my child […]Read More Making mommy friends
22nd and Chestnut Streets, Phila., PA This was the location of the smallest apartment I’ve ever lived in. It was one room with two windows and a kitchen, one closet, a door to the fire escape, one bathroom where my brother-in-law often slept in the tub, and the largest roaches I’ve ever seen, coming through […]Read More Places I’ve lived part 1 (and in no particular order)