HOW WE ARE.

“We should make a drinking game,” my daughter said. “Do a shot every time mom says she read an article.” She’s not yet sixteen and has...

My dreams are epic survival stories. Viruses and apocalypse, yes. But also: people infected with stillness, underground quarantines, so...

My responses are generally one of three: I’m OK, I’m here (with a wry little wink), or I’m doing my best. I was thinking this week about...

Thank you for asking how I am. Well— In the beginning, I was smug. The world (at long last) had learned that all along, I had been right:...

The first time I saw them, I just watched in awe as they worked. There was one in particular who looked like it was carrying too much--a...

I’m sorry it has taken so long to respond to your message asking how we are. I’ve been finding it increasingly hard to write to people...

How am I? I don’t know how to answer that question. Mostly I’ve felt panicked in the days leading up to my book launch (it’s June 1st)....

A day in the life of coronavirus I woke up thirsty at 3:30 in the morning with the soundtrack of “Happy days are here again” playing full...

Strictly speaking, there are no “bad” tarot cards, just the ones with ominous images that frighten those unfamiliar with tarot symbolism....

The Old Adjacency Perhaps it was never fully appreciated – that unruly niche created by clear affinity for near vicinity and...

Essential I go each evening to visit my 90-year-old mother. Because of COVID, I’m the only visitor she’s allowed. We do puzzles. Over and...

Getting dressed at all these days feels strange and decadent. I don’t do it very often. I usually find myself in sweatpants, pajamas,...

The more pressing question I keep asking myself is when am I. I don’t mean the amorphous days, or the shock of realizing that I last held...

It’s about how you’d expect it to be on lockdown with three boys. I vacillate between savoring time with the boys and rumination. When...

My husband and I have had three fights during shelter-in-place, which is more fights than we’ve had in the decade before. The first...

We are we, less often I, these days. My daughter’s long five-year old legs tangled around mine in the growing light of dawn, her older...

How Am I? Every night just after sunset a rat runs down the powerline that connects my studio to our house. The first time I saw it I...

Hi Nicole: I hope you are well. In response to your email, I am doing really well. I had a really chaotic childhood, so I tend to thrive...

When I was a graduate student, I didn't know what I was doing. I went alone immediately after undergrad. I took the train from University...

I keep waiting.  But the day never comes when I feel like I’ve read everything my self-imposed mind has said is morally and...