Dear Lily June, Your cousin Martin couldn’t have been more than eight years old when he stood under my mother’s… Read more I Just Don’t Belong Here–In Which Being Young Can Suck

Dear Lily June, Your cousin Martin couldn’t have been more than eight years old when he stood under my mother’s… Read more I Just Don’t Belong Here–In Which Being Young Can Suck
Dear Lily June, There’s a line in Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby that’s always stuck with me. In the novel, a… Read more Human Being vs. Human Doing–In Which I Encourage You to Do Nothing
Dear Lily June, My father had a way of talking through his teeth that always terrified me. My mother had… Read more A Way of Being Invisible–In Which I Remember and Project
Dear Lily June, Last night was more stressful than you can believe. The biggest day of my work year, Orientation,… Read more Like a Room without a Roof–In Which I Ponder the Mystery of Your Emotions
Dear Lily June, If it were in my ability to do so, I might shield you from this world in… Read more Surviving Survival–In Which I Talk about PTSD
Dear Lily June, Of everything that happened with the pregnancy and your birth, what still haunts me even to this minute… Read more Waving the White Flag–In Which I Have to Give Up Breastfeeding
Dear Lily June, There’s an old children’s nursery rhyme that goes something like this: “Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy… Read more Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear–In Which the Whole Family Goes Bald
Dear Lily June, In therapy this week, I focused on all the things I’m afraid you’ll inherit from me–not the… Read more Rubenesque Passion–In Which I Reflect on My Reflection
Dear Lily June, To say I’m a light sleeper is an understatement. I sleep according to chaos theory: a butterfly… Read more All Right Right Now–In Which I Fall in Love with Breaths
Dear Lily June, They say the first year of marriage is the hardest. “They” are not wrong. Between the tornado… Read more But We Live Here–In Which I Discuss the Perils of Housekeeping