The Makers

Makers keep showing up in my life. You know, the people who translate ideas and mismatched parts into physical things. A car. A coffee table. A thriving business. A killer dress. I birthed a Maker. My eldest son tinkers and toils with his hands—happier that way than any other. I take no credit. My father’s…

Your one wild and precious life

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Mary Oliver is a badass. Her poetry makes my heart sing. I can literally feel it in my bones. She asks this question after a day outdoors, watching grasshoppers and communing with nature. I’ll admit my bias—she is a…

The blank page speaks

I call it the tyranny of the blank page. I also call it the miracle of the blank page. How that plays out is up to me more often than not. I can tell myself that blank page will mock me because what I fill it with will not be good enough/smart enough/has been said…

The writing life

When you’re a writer, people seem to feel you must be bohemian enough to accept them asking you anything. Or maybe people are just rude. I prefer to think the former. Regardless, I’ve had many people ask me why I write. They look at me, curiously, wondering what the payoff is. Sometimes, the tone is…

Be kind to the creative in your life

We’re weird. Be nice to us anyway. The writers, artists, musicians, engineers and style mavens in your life. We know we’re weird. And we know you know it. Anna Quindlen, one of my favorite writers, talks of the inevitability of having second-generation writers in her family. She said her kids thought being an author was…