Last night, I lay awake running the entire life span of my 22-year-old daughter through my head. This morning, she moves to another state for her first full-time job, post-college.Almost exactly 23 years ago today, I thought I might be pregnant but the test was negative. I held my bladder on the early morning drive…
We wandered the Ferry Building farmer’s market in San Francisco—my sister, my daughter, and me—sampling pungent cheeses from Petaluma, mulberries, and cherries in several shades. After a wheatgrass shot and a haul of sourdough, broccoli rabe, and greens, we were stocked for the dinner party ahead. My sister, a full-time decorative artist in SF, is…
There’s a moment every morning when my brain clicks on. Thoughts rush in—half-memories, half-insights, things to get done. It’s my cortisol-powered “go mode,” and my family knows to steer clear until I’ve exercised some of it off. Otherwise, they’ll be roped into decluttering the garage or power-washing the patio. But by midafternoon, the ambitions of…
