Tag: 100 essays

100 Essays Status Report

I’m nearing fifty essays in my 100 essays in 100 days project. “You seem to be writing a lot,” a friend said to me yesterday at lunch. Yes. Not everything I’m writing is fabulous. That’s for sure. But there are some keepers in this…

Lying Dogs Both

When Hillary Clinton walked with her daughter and her bad boy husband across the White House lawn to a waiting helicopter that would take them to hide in the woods of Camp David after the preposterous Monica Lewinsky news came out, every woman in…

Say

Say you’re worried but know you’ve done all you can do. Say you’re tired because you were up part of the night with a sick child. Say you’re wondering if anything you’ve done has been right. Say you’ve thought this before. Say you believe…

I Just Don’t Get It

Somewhere in the attic of this house, maybe in a shoebox or an old paper bag, are a dozen love letters I received long ago from a boyfriend (not the one who lives here). I’ve often thought that I’d be wise to get up…

Unhappy Here, Unhappy Anywhere

Chronic Crisis in this week’s Milwaukee Journal Sentinel tells the story of a mother and her 25-year old son with mental illness. He is not so severely ill that involuntary commitment is appropriate but cannot function well in the community even with a case…

Dare

“Are you crazy? I’m not doing that.” “What’s the big deal? They move really slow. Just quick open the door, run down to the ditch, pat him on the head, and run back here. You can do it in 30 seconds.” “Alright. But no…

Reflections on #29

I’m on a mission to write 100 essays in 100 days. This is day #29 and this is what I think about this process. The most important thing about writing is having something to say – advice from a writing teacher many years ago….

Garden of Defeat

I love the hopefulness of gardening but despise the tending. In a life full of half-hearted attempts to do things that other people do that seem to make them happy, gardening is the worst. It’s the exhilaration and the incredible crash that damage me…

Slice

This is the world according to a child. A piano is where all of the stuffed animals need to line up and stay put until the weekend is over and someone else puts them back in the box. They look happy there and, oddly,…

Today at the Beach

Today at the beach, I saw something that made me glad and grateful and pretty right with the world. A young woman, her husband, their little boy, who was maybe three or four years old, and their little white dog on a leash were…

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