A Walking Shadow–On the Occasion that You’d Rather Perambulate

Dear Lily June, Your mother is walking again. On her walk today, during her hour-long lunch break at work, she… Read more A Walking Shadow–On the Occasion that You’d Rather Perambulate

Easy as 1, 2, 3–In Which I Struggle More On Purpose

Dear Lily June, One Bit of Background I’m not much for optimism when it comes to New Year’s resolutions. I’ve… Read more Easy as 1, 2, 3–In Which I Struggle More On Purpose

Dear Lily June, If you haven’t caught this already, your mother’s no Ms. Manners. Short of overthinking issues like sneezing… Read more Diatribe from Behind the Stall Door–In Which I Rant about Restroom Etiquette

Dear Lily June, The moment in the 1976 film Carrie that scares me most is not when the titular character… Read more The Talk, Part 5 of 10,000–In Which There Will Be Blood. Period.

Dear Lily June, When you were in the womb, I sometimes felt what I called the “wet dog.” Though I… Read more Ah Choo Choo Train of Thought–In Which I Overthink Sneezing Etiquette

Dear Lily June, “Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.”… Read more Measuring Out My Life in Coffee Spoons–In Which I Tackle Pain