I've been thinking about cutting my hair for three years. It started when I was on a plane to my brother's wedding and was very annoyed that my beautiful, flaxen waves got stuck in things: other people's coat buttons, the... Continue Reading →
Amy is a poet so tender. She bikes around New York City in stilettos but strolls in combat boots and sequined skirts. Amy damages your soul in all the right ways. Kate lived well in NorCal vineyards after we all... Continue Reading →
Ted and I have thought for a while that our structures of government and economy will be dramatically altered in the next 40 years. Not an apocalypse, but more like post-communism. We tend to frame our parenting discussions around knowing... Continue Reading →
This is what I imagine will be on the back cover of my book. What do you think? Please be critical, please make me better. ----- *trigger warning* This book is not for women. It is not for psychologists, counselors,... Continue Reading →
The book has begun! Besides summering in New Hampshire and Colorado, and enjoying a second ankle surgery (can you say micro-fractures and stem cell therapy?) it's where I've been spending myself. http://becausewesufferamongyou.wordpress.com/ Please help me shape this project by responding... Continue Reading →
I feel better today than I've felt in a few weeks, better than I felt over my birthday weekend. Less hopeless, more buoyant. Maybe it's the rain -- I love rain. When the whole world has to play at being... Continue Reading →
Today in New York it's wet and chilly, and I couldn't be happier about that. It's one of the better days for wordsmithing; without the satisfaction of sunshine, creativity is cornered and squeezed out. It's one of the better days... Continue Reading →
Tonight Pastor Jake said that when he is old and looks back on his life, he wants to see that he celebrated three times as much as he criticized. And I thought for a bit and said, "Maybe when I... Continue Reading →
Ted came home from work the other night really excited about a law review article he had found. This was not unusual; we both get really excited about ideas and struggle to read in the same room because we're constantly... Continue Reading →
C. M. Sangalis 