Category Archives: Age

Little Sister

Ask anyone with ALS. We are all fighting for our lives, but we have a list (sometimes a very short list) of the people for whom we’re truly fighting. My sister is very, very high on my own list. She is one of the MVPs of my story, a long-time fact that has only been underscored by my present situation. It was her birthday yesterday, so we celebrated. But the truth is, she is worth celebrating every day (or…at least once a week.)

I’m four years older than Liz, and when we were younger, we didn’t always get along. I found her to be very annoying and also cuter than me, which—if you’re someone’s younger sister—is the recipe for getting punched in the head. And I’m sure that did happen to her, although it was a great number of years ago, and so I conveniently forget the details. Read More>

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Wising Up

Rob is out of town again. It should be fine, since he barely travels for work anymore, but even once a month makes me anxious. I think it’s more the build-up to the trip that I dread than the trip itself. It’s easier when he’s here, because we have an understanding, a way of managing my illness, our daughter, our schedules. When he’s gone, I worry that it will all fall apart. But it never does. I have plenty of help, including family who traveled to be here this week.

Last night, Scarlett climbed into my bed. “Daddy isn’t here and I get to sleep with you!” She had the beginnings of a cold all day, but it wasn’t until night that they blossomed into full-on congested coughs, snorts and sneezes. Neither of us slept, and now she’s home from school, watching My Little Pony: Equestria Girl. As an aside: this movie is TERRIBLE. I tried to turn it off, but she begged to keep watching and I gave in. It’s 9:30am, we’ve already read six books and had a dance party (she spun, I laughed.) About an hour ago, I began to wonder why I didn’t just send her to school. Then she started hacking in my face, and I remembered. Read More>

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That Time I Was Psychic

I was 26 and working for a book publishing company just outside of San Francisco. My job in marketing meant that I met with advertisers occasionally. Unfortunately for the ad reps, we had such small budgets for each book that we never really spent money, except maybe once or twice a year in the largest industry magazines. One of those magazines had just hired a new publisher, and he was doing the rounds of all the publishing houses in New York and California, meeting the important people who made decisions. And also meeting me.

When Rob walked into my office for the first time, he was wearing a suit and tie, something that no one wore there ever. Bay Area publishing? We were lucky if people had real shoes on. Read More>

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