Motherhood, Again (But With More Wisdom and Fewer Diapers at 2 a.m.) There is something wildly sacred about becoming a grandmother. Eight months ago, a little boy made me “Nonna” (or Gia or whatever name he eventually decides fits my vibe), and with him came a rush of déjà vu wrapped in baby lotion and […]
I used to believe life would eventually become tidy. That one day the questions would settle, the grief would soften into something predictable, and the path ahead would look like a clean hallway with good lighting and clear signs. But life never became tidy.It became real. It became coffee rings on important papers. It became […]
I turned 60 a while back, and let me tell you, it’s not quite the golden era I’d imagined. Sure, there’s wisdom—or at least a knack for faking it—and a certain freedom in not caring what the neighbor thinks about my overgrown lawn. But lately, life has felt more like a high-wire act, balancing grief, […]
practical insanity 