Hey stalker. I know you’re reading this, combing through everything you can find, looking for whatever you can use as a weapon. I don’t let it scare me but I know you’re still there. So here’s a nugget for you today: Remember the last time you had the courage to…

Nina Jervis wrote an article recently about LinkedIn and oversharing, apparently, a lot of people are sharing personal stories there in order to gain traction with their resumes. I wouldn’t know. I pried myself loose from LinkedIn years ago. It was hard, not because I found it difficult but because…

It’s fair to say, 2009 was my least favorite year. In 2009, I was living alone in a tiny apartment, barely making ends meet. Work was scarce. I was considering taking a part-time job in retail, or maybe even a full time job. My education seemed like a lot of…

We all have them from time to time. They’re always malicious, self-obsessed, and creepy as hell. In the past, I had stalkers as a writer and as a teacher. Two followed me around in person, one just carried out his campaign online. Decades ago, I had a stalker who was…

All true. And the worst of it is the way we're all pitched against each other. We live in a "cheaper area." My husband moved there when it became apparent to him that he would soon be priced out of NYC. I moved when I married him. I soon understood…

Once a woman reaches “a certain age,” it becomes apparent that there have been two creatures living their lives side-by-side inside her. One was the heart/head/will that did a whole lot of things the body would have preferred to avoid. …

Today, picking up our weekly share of vegetables at the farm we support via CSA, a conversation broke out about all terrain vehicles and the push by motorcycle enthusiasts to allow them on country roads. Now, let’s be clear about this issue: under discussion is the idea that very loud…

I pick up the box of blackberries, already rinsed, and dump them into the bowl containing half a papaya and a peach, peeled and chopped. This is the first course of breakfast. As I’m doing that, a phalanx of motorcycles rumbles by the kitchen windows. The kitchen is just above…

Every morning, before breakfast, I go out to the garden to tend to the bird’s bath and change the water for the wildlife who pass through the yard every night. We have opossums, skunks, raccoons, and bunnies who forage around the house after dark. Clean water is hard to find…