For years, I told myself a story. The story went something like this: Women are biologically better at invisible and emotional labor. Men, by virtue of their genetic makeup, are more or less hopeless. …

I feel sad.

I don’t really want to get into the why of it. I’m merely stating a fact of my life at this present moment in time. I may not feel sad tomorrow. But I do today.

I am not wallowing. Wallowing implies a certain lack of self-restraint. I’m…

Time is my most precious resource. I am stingy with it. I’ll loan a friend money without a second thought, but if she wants my time, she better have a damn good reason.

In my 20s, despite the harried work schedule I took on to prove to the world that…

There are days I wake up with purpose. Sunday, for instance, is Laundry Day. …

THIS IS US

It was Julia* who rescued me that night on the karaoke stage. While I operate under no illusions that I can sing, I’d thought I could do a passable rendition of Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Under the Bridge.” …

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TV is not real life — I get it. Most of my days would not make for particularly compelling television.

I doubt anyone wants to watch me comb my daughter’s hair, smile through Zoom meetings, make dentist appointments, fish spoons out of the garbage disposal, or bark at my kids…

Every time I hear the term “self-care” these days, I feel like vomiting a little in my mouth.

To be clear: There’s nothing inherently wrong with self-care. I don’t actively oppose a good night’s sleep or an early-morning run.

In fact, both of these things are part of my daily…