“At least he had f—–g consistency!”

“At least he had f—–g consistency!”

I have the greatest book club on my block. It literally is up and down the block, which makes it very easy to get to (and makes excuses like, “I don’t even have time to pop in for a few minutes” quite lame). Perhaps driven by me and my memoir – and therefore love of...
I just told Danny about my book

I just told Danny about my book

I knew I was heading to BookCon. (And by the way, BookCon – meeting, and signing my book for, 100 strangers in less than 30 minutes – was so, so cool!) I knew I needed to remind Danny (my dad) that I’d written a memoir and to tell him that it was being published. I...
I love you most

I love you most

That’s what I say to both my kids, “I love you most.” My youngest will sometimes ask, “Does that mean you love me more?” I always answer, “No. It means I love you most. I love you both most.” As I’ve probably written before, I was, in at least some ways, afraid to...
A letter from my father

A letter from my father

I’ve written many times about how tough my relationship with Danny, my father, can be. I’ve told stories of his anger and distance when I was young, and of his anger and distance now that I’m an adult. I wonder what he truly feels. I used to never know that he...
What I’m giving Thanks for

What I’m giving Thanks for

It’s that time of year. The time of year when all, or at least most, of us give thanks. We gather around tables with people we love (or sometimes, people we tolerate) and acknowledge all we have. And stuff ourselves. I try to give thanks every day. Or nearly every...