With kids at home non-stop these days, it's proving impossible to not be reflecting upon my parenting. Mostly, about how I'm doing it wrong. Please tell me I'm not alone in this? I don't set out every morning looking to judge myself (and I love my ki...
The past twenty years of my life have amounted to an ongoing quest to figure out how I want to spend my days. For the entire span of my twenties, I didn't know what I was moving toward, but I took next steps in logical directions and listened to the...
The March issue of Poetry by Post reached mailboxes at the tail end of the month (!), and although the timeline was not ideal, I am grateful that poetry is always worth waiting for. Or at least my subscribers are nice enough not to mention otherwise....
There was one time in my past when life was lived at such opposite extremes I could hardly make sense of the experience. It happened in the months after we brought our identical twin girls home. We were new parents. We lived away from both of our fam...
Beginning in November of last year, I started to feel a constant, low-level panic about launching Poetry by Post. Prior to November, the project was nascent enough -- and private enough -- that had I wanted to pull the plug on it, I could have. But c...
Weird Al has long been on a list I keep of my heroes. I mean, his music is reason enough, right? To this day, I can still recite (with utter GLEE) every word of Amish Paradise as well as his far-lesser-known original song called The Night Santa Went...
As I have mentioned, I fell back in love with reading this year after an upsettingly long dry spell. Although it feels shameful to admit, I don't think it's uncommon -- especially when the season of raising children hits -- but these fallow stretches...
At long last!! I am over-the-moon giddy to announce to the world: Poetry by Post. It's already live over on its own product page, and I've put the word out over social media. But I want to take the space here to explain more fully what this is and wh...
People are always curious to know how long the shop has been open, and for weeks I've been repeating, "It'll be four years at the end of this month!" "This" month being October. And then suddenly it was November, and I caught myself saying the same t...
I have mentioned a time or two that I'm working on a sizable project that will launch very soon. Truth is, I am starting to get extremely scared -- scared being a gross understatement. Petrified? Panic stricken? There are multiple moving parts and al...
The hardest thing about getting lost in a book is having to find your way back out of it when you finish the last page and close the cover. One of my hardest reentry periods was the time I finished Edith Wharton's The House of Mirth during a summer c...
My twins, Eliza and Hazel, are in the golden age of reading right now. They haul books home from the library by the dozen and devour titles quickly and swap back and forth and eagerly tell me about them and have lengthy analytical conversations with...
