I'm lying on my bed, next to Carl, who is going through his gorgeous photos -- birds flying everywhere, diving into water with perfe...

My podcast partner, Jason Lehmbeck suggested that I put up an end of year post, a Who Lives Like This?! list of our favorite caregi...

I'm loathe to use the word, but it's stress. The repeated whittling away, the curves belie the point so sharp I could peck throu...

If Beale Street Could Talk Every scene in this gorgeous movie is a work of art, subtle and beautifully lit, suffused with warmth and l...

The whimsy of the picture belies the terror I feel at navigating the dark recesses of Sophie's brain. I am not a scientist. Sophie...

Green Book Something about Peter Farrelly's movie made me squirm, and I think you know why. It wasn't the truly great perfor...

Where do I start? I got home from the hospital with Sophie last week on Thursday night and left at 4:30 on Friday morning for my firs...

There's something sort of meta about that photo, isn't there? What does meta mean, anyway? Among, with, after. Something like th...

When I was sitting in the ER yesterday, listening to the groans and moans of the traumatized behind the vinyl curtains, I was busy writi...

I had all my chicks home for a long weekend, and that is a good thing. I had such a good time talking with Henry about all kind...

Yes, that's white flour you see in the basket, and it's bleached white flour and it's self-rising white flour. I'm fix...

Seizure days. ESES days. How do we get through them? Still, I have no idea. Still. Still! What would it look like to get through them? I...

I need to get back to writing a little bit here every day. It was a good exercise and occasionally I'd type out some really good stu...

Joan Baez, Royce Hall, UCLA November 2018 I know that's a bad photo of Joan, but I had to take it quickly, when she first came o...