Like many people who got glasses in childhood, I remember that first day of galloping around the house, shouting “I can see everything now!” I know it’s a common memory among specs-wearing kids—along with squinting, inching closer to the blackboard, using one eye, and pretending to be totally fine with sitting out all ball sports. You don’t know how flawed your micro-hacks are until the day those glasses arrive.
Read MoreMy best Galentine—always and forever—is my mom. I’m so lucky I landed a good one. Growing up, I could count on Mom celebrating Valentine’s Day with cards and chocolates and even a little gift for each of us three kids with our breakfast. But I remember it mostly as the day Mom went all-out shift-shaping food into hearts.
Read MoreI’ve enjoyed so many wonderful and varied conversations in the months since The Favor came out, both in-person at events, and over Zoom on podcasts with old friends and new friends. Lately, it’s been a bit of a podcast marathon for me, but fortunately podcasting, unlike marathoning, does not require running around outside. (My dear Trudy would agree.)
Read MoreIn ninth grade, for reasons I’m now too old to remember, I learned the first half of the poem “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop. Saying it aloud felt like an impressive party trick — and by “party” I mean my friends at the lunch table, because I was 15 going on 13 and nobody was inviting me to anything. But knowing even half that poem made me feel smart. Like I’d lived through some stuff.
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