A room of her own: the writing space

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  I’m crouched on my couch, thinking about writing desks, searching for photos of writing desks, when I could be, am supposed to be, really should be writing. Writing is such a holistic thing,… Continue reading

Accident report

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My mother always told me, or someone’s mother did, “pride goeth before a fall.” Yesterday morning, I delivered the keynote address at my alma mater high school’s biennial career day. I spoke to… Continue reading

Words and inadequacy: pain and love

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I am as enamored of the inadequacy of words as I am of their power. I spew them almost constantly, as a writer, as an editor, as a person trying to communicate with… Continue reading

The tyranny of numbers: fitspiration, revisited

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This week, I wrote a guest blog for Kate Daigle Counseling on a topic I’ve addressed here before: “fitspiration” and the dangerous line it walks between promoting health and fitness and encouraging a… Continue reading

The end of an era: goodbye, St. Bernadette

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They say you can’t go home again, but I think we never want to until home disappears. I’m a refugee from a country that no longer exists.  I won’t pretend I loved you… Continue reading

My polar vortex: definitions of power

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The wind doesn’t whistle around the eaves, during a rust belt blizzard. It roars. I lay awake in bed last night, tree branches frantically scraping my windows as if to say, “It’s too… Continue reading

Remembering what matters, this holiday season

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This holiday season, I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s important or more importantly, maybe, what’s not. We always have the best of intentions, don’t we? We plan to do it all, see… Continue reading

Let’s talk packaging: what’s your cover?

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I’m thinking today about packaging. We judge books by their covers, don’t we? People as books, houses as books, people as houses, for that matter. I’m a voyeur of your abode, I’ll warn… Continue reading

Buffalo Steel launch party: success!

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This week, I held an official launch party and signing for “Buffalo Steel.” The Buffalo Irish Center graciously hosted me, about 100 of my closest family, friends and guys who wandered in from… Continue reading

Don’t box me in

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Sometimes I wonder why we’re always trying to define ourselves. It’s a peculiar brand of vanity, sticking a label to our own puffed-out chests. Journalist. Writer. Girlfriend. Foodie. Hipster. Like we’re all trying… Continue reading