the narrow space between interference and intervention.

  We have all watched the dissolution of people. Some in our families or among our friends, wondering whether or when to step in, navigating the tiny space between interference and intervention. And some in the world of celebrities, watching them wax and wane...

real women play the tuba

I think you know how much I love my daughters. And how much I love the fact that Emma is fully committed to playing an instrument twice her size. She has asked me over the years to ask readers to support her efforts to raise money for abused horses or buy new band...

the last puzzle piece.

My friend Nina died a year ago today. To say "I miss her" does not suffice. She was one of the funniest people I have ever known–laconic, sardonic, dry–as well as one of the wisest, and one of the most ornery. I spent that weekend with her,...

for what or for whom do you grieve?

This weekend is the one-year anniversary of the weekend I spent with my friend, Nina, while she died. Three nights. And a year ago, I had my hardest night this evening, as she frantically tried to tell me something, her voice gone, her ability to write gone. Just a...

you’re a writer. now get to Boston and write.

(I'm unsure how to sync up my voice with my mouth in this video, so just imagine that I'm speaking in Russian on the video and that you're hearing the English translation! Also not sure why it chops off before the end. Should end with "I'd love to...