The Fat Lady’s Singing: The End of My Deb Year

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

“Tomorrow’s gone—we’ll have tonight!” ―Dorothy Parker This is it. I have no more tomorrows. This is my final Deb Ball post. Feels strange as I’m starting so many other things: my older child became a teenager last week, and in just three weeks, he will become a bar mitzvah. My younger is starting her first year in middle school. My whirlwind book tour ramps up in October. The Jewish new…


Deb Susan Reconsiders the Ending

Thursday, August 1, 2013

As I mentioned in a comment on Deb Kerry’s fantastic Monday post, I have trouble with endings, written or otherwise. When I come to the end of a novel, or anything else, I have trouble explaining things in simple ways. It’s a lifelong problem, and one I never considered all that much until this topic came around. I’d previously dismissed my trouble with endings as “overattachment” or “trouble tying up…


Deb Dana and Newborn Nostalgia

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Endings. Oh, endings. You have upset me for as long as I can remember, an issue I have discussed before. That post was written before I had a child, and now, I fear my “ending anxiety” will only get worse. Already, I look back at photos of my now four-and-a-half-month-old son in his first week and get misty. “He’s growing up so fast,” I think. “Before I know it, he won’t…


Why Deb Susan Likes “The Song That Doesn’t End”

When my son was young, the end credits to “Lamb Chop’s Play Along” featured The Song That Doesn’t End. Not surprisingly, he loved it. More surprisingly, I happen to love it too. For those not acquainted with this little gem: (My apologies to anyone who actually clicked it. You’ll now be singing it for weeks.) I love the song for its childlike denial of endings. If the song never ends,…

Friday, December 28, 2012

Deb Dana Has a Love/Hate Relationship with Endings

I have never been good with endings. When I was little, and my parents took me to see Sesame Street Live, I cried for the last quarter of the show because I was so upset the experience was coming to an end. And if anyone really wanted to get me going, all they had to do was start singing the Mickey Mouse Club “Alma Mater” – “M-I-C – see you…

Tuesday, December 25, 2012