I’m keeping my F bombs

I’m keeping my F bombs

A couple of weeks ago I got a note from a reader. It was one of the kindest, most thoughtful notes I’d ever received…but she was writing to tell me why she was unsubscribing from my email list. She said she loved hearing my stories each week, but she just...
Whoah. I’m 40.

Whoah. I’m 40.

As you’re reading this, it’s my 40th birthday. So I am typing this on Wednesday, because on Friday I plan to be deeply asleep on silky hotel sheets, sleeping the luscious sleep of the mother of five on her own for a rare delicious window of solitude and...
A Fierce Kindness

A Fierce Kindness

Let’s talk about kindness. I am hearing a lot about kindness: about how in these divisive times we must love each other. Oh, how I agree. But let us be clear. If someone is being kicked on the playground, kindness does not just stand and watch. When someone is...
The books that shape us

The books that shape us

As I sit to write this, the snow is gently coming down and I’ve snagged a brief window of time while all the kids, who are home from school today, are miraculously occupied. I am typing SO fast right now, guys.  It’s my first winter in Alberta, Canada, and...
Time for our global takeover

Time for our global takeover

When I first met @epicdanger, he told me that he wasn’t a feminist. And I didn’t say a word. I just gave him the snake-eyed-cold-lidded-death-stare. Then it turned out that what Canadians mean by feminist isn’t exactly the same as what Americans mean...