The One With My Truth


Roland let me die. That is the truth. I still love him. That is the truth. When is a door not a door? When it’s a jar, and that is the truth. Blaine is the truth. Blaine is the truth. What has four wheels and flies? A garbage truck, and that is the truth. Blaine […]

April 22, 2014

The One With All The Somewheres


So here you are. 6:34 a.m., reading important emails in the bathroom, birds chirp-chirping outside the window, waking up with the world. No. Wait. Here you are. 12:48 p.m., waiting for the eggs to reach room temperature, wondering how you’re going to keep these impossible ants out of the cake batter when you’re not looking, […]

April 15, 2014

The One About Not Giving Too Much Away


In sixth grade, I suddenly found myself the third F in a trio of BFF. Amy and Danielle were lithe, pretty, blonde, popular; they were cheerleaders and safety guards, wore Guess jeans in the perfect shade of acid wash, and though I couldn’t understand their newfound interest in me, I accepted it with the embarrassing […]

March 26, 2014

The One Where I Write To My Kids About Dying


Here’s the thing, kids: I’m not afraid to die, but I’m afraid of leaving you. And I’m not afraid to talk about it, but I am afraid to write it all down — there’s a deeply primitive part of me that fears putting pen to paper will usher in everything I’m frightened of, a strangely […]

March 13, 2014