I hit a shame spiral this week, and I’m going to tell you how I pulled myself out of it. It was about these new, very cute corduroy pants I bought for my youngest, who is eight. My own life feels absurd at the moment. I’m making dinner and running kids to sports while we […]

I’ve been searching my way through the days with my hands, finding comfort and steadiness in physical tasks. Stirring up banana bread. Folding laundry. Rolling carnitas into enchiladas. Marveling at the wonder and unfairness of this life: feeling gratitude, feeling guilt. Things kept breaking at our house this week: a water main, an egg, a […]

My husband Nick is in LA for the week, which means I am solo parenting our five kids, and if you are picturing me doing this with grace and ease, let me assure you there’s a fair amount of flailing involved. Even as I type this, I’m watching anxiously as the clock inches closer and […]

When I was 26, I knew what my problem was, and it was that I was lazy. I was sure of it. Procrastinator. A mess. Couldn’t get my shit together. Lazy, but with big dreams and a grandiose sense of entitlement that was laughable considering my results. Scrappy, but with no real career trajectory. I […]

I have been working hard this week. I have been writing and coaching and problem solving and crisis managing and painting and parenting and cooking and budgeting and cleaning and doing laundry. I don’t mind working hard. I don’t mind digging in the dirt. I will keep going until my fingers ache, and I kind […]