Before having my son, I agonized over how much writing I could expect to get done during his first couple years of life. After years of… — Before having my son, I agonized over how much writing I could expect to get done during his first couple years of life. After years of working full-time in marketing, and then as a copywriter, I had finally decided to focus on my fiction writing. …

<iframe src=”https://giphy.com/embed/11a9K7FLvTD9Kw" width=”480" height=”308" frameBorder=”0" class=”giphy-embed”… — Last week, my writing coach asked me to identify the worst possible outcome of finishing the novel I’ve been working on for the past eighteen months. That it would be bad? That people would be bored? That I would feel vulnerable? I felt TERRIFIED of something but I couldn’t…

For two years, every Monday night, I’ve been taking this Bootcamp class. The instructor, we’ll call him Rambo, is like a greek god crossed… — For two years, every Monday night, I’ve been taking this Bootcamp class. The instructor, we’ll call him Rambo, is like a greek god crossed with Fabio. I’m the worst one in the class. For two years, I’ve been the last person to finish suicides, the only one doing girly pushups, a red sweaty mess struggling to breathe…

When I was much younger (and much stupider), I dated a guy who was twenty years older than me. — When I was much younger (and much stupider), I dated a guy who was twenty years older than me. I was eighteen. I worked at a gelato shop. I drove a Volvo that was born the same year I was. It had been my mom’s and then my brother’s and…