My Beautiful Empty Nest is Magically Full

empty nest my ass

My nest is empty. Here’s the thing. I wish I had a file cabinet where I’d kept the years memorialized in flat-manilla folders. After the documented year, each tab would have a clever label for quick reference and future nostalgia. 1982-The Nanny Diaries. 1997-Thirty-six hours of labor. 2005 Teen-Sport Hell. This year would read: 2018…

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My Brother, Jealousy and Getting Over Ourselves


My Brother, Jealousy and Getting Over Ourselves [Tweet “When my older brother Ray put his friend into a coma it changed my life but it took me forty-five years to figure out how.”] When I was twelve my family moved from one-hour outside of New York City to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and one-hour…

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