Memoir

Inches

You’d have to know exactly where to look on the field to spot me. Not only did I keep my helmet on, but I knew where to hide from spectators. I had no other choice; my…

The Weather

Contingency Plans

Plan A It should be a lovely afternoon. We’ve reserved the picnic tables at Bogard Park next Friday from noon to three. There’s a brand new jungle gym for the kids and a beautiful view of…

LA Stories

To Live and Die in L.A.

In the mornings, I walk to the park with my dog. I’ve gotten too pregnant to run. Because I’m there at the same time every day, I see the same people: a woman who always gives…

The Weather

Project Write Stuff

In an already glutted reality television market comes a new offering this fall: Project Write Stuff. Twelve aspiring writers compete to win a book deal, a year’s supply of coffee, a cat-a-day desk calendar, but best…

Inconceivable

Body Talk

It doesn’t surprise me that, when I finally decided to have kids, after my husband and I weighed the pros and cons and navigated the ambivalence in between, my body had other ideas. My body doesn’t…

Memoir

Right Little Shits

You might think you can’t tell a story that you don’t remember. But you can. Monday October 12, 2012. Odd day as I woke up in hospital. Memory lapse. Rob’s MS not a shock. Jane came.…

LA Stories

A Gift from God: True Story

It must have been July 1997, because we’d just emerged from the Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard, after catching a late opening-night screening of the Robert Zemeckis film Contact. It’s about Jodi Foster seeking signs of…