Years ago, when I lived in London, the messy and soiled bed of a famous artist became the centerpiece of an art installation at the Tate Gallery. Most people thought it was ridiculous, and at first, so did I. At the time, I didn’t understand the business behind airing one’s own dirty laundry. After a decade dedicated to living authentically,…
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The evolution of a home
For much of my adult life, I lived in other people’s houses. My husband and I moved into his grandmother’s home as newlyweds, after she herself moved into a nursing home. We eventually bought the house and inherited all of its furnishings, partially renovating it with limited funds, suspect DIY skills, and a design sense that could best be described as…
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On reaching great heights
Having never played sports myself (save a short stint on a field hockey team in which I realized I liked the cute uniforms more than the actual game), this world of middle school and high school athletics I find myself immersed in remains a mystery to me. I attended an informational meeting with fifty other parents for my daughter’s softball…
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The coming season
I shut my computer with a snap and a sigh. I knew the application deadline passed a few days prior, but seeing it in black and white felt like reading the death announcement of my dreams. It was my own fault; I waffled for months over my decision to apply to this particular MFA program. I made lists of pros…
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When you have grand plans
The white birch in the back yard needed to stay. It weeps and lists slightly to the left, but it also frames every sunset, and so it needed to stay while almost every other tree in the yard ended up in the chipper. My husband has grand plans for this piece of property, but before we could begin the project,…
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