As I have said on more than one occasion, I do not like endings or goodbyes or anything that involves a particular experience coming to a close. And yet. There are certain events that naturally run their course, so that when the ending comes, it doesn’t really feel like an ending. It feels like a beginning, like the start of something new. I remember feeling that way as I approached…
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…
I’m not a prankster. Whether that’s down to a lack of imagination or an aversion to getting in trouble, I’m not sure, but all I know is that if there is a prank to be had, I’m usually at the receiving end. Some might say I’m gullible. I say I’m “trusting” and “earnest.” Whatever the case, if you tell me there is such at thing as “Skittlebrau,” a beer flavored…
I wouldn’t say I’m an impatient person. I also wouldn’t say I’m a patient person. I’m the kind of person who can be patient when the circumstances demand it, especially when I know waiting will make the outcome better. Example: By the time you read this, my little family will likely have grown from two people to three. Nine months was a perfectly appropriate amount of time for me to…
Ever writer has her strengths. Some are masters of plot, crafting storylines so tight and complex that readers cannot possibly guess what is coming next. Others excel at writing sentences so beautiful, they force you to put the book down for a moment and swim in those words for a few seconds longer. As for me? My strength — or at least the part of writing I enjoy most —…
Lots of things come to mind when I think of the word “green”: grass, trees, money, environmentally friendly behavior, envy, split pea soup. But the one word I think of first is my maiden name: Greenspon. Having the last name Greenspon was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it meant I was part of the most supportive, wonderful family, who would do anything for me at…
Since this week the Debs get the chance to talk about whatever we want, I shall talk about (what else?) FOOD. Specifically, breakfast, my favorite meal of the day. Some of you may belong to the legion of “breakfast skippers,” a group as mysterious and foreign to me as otherkins. It’s not that I judge or mock you. I just don’t understand. When I wake up in the morning, I…
<tap tap> <tap tap> Is this thing on? Oh — hello! I’m not used to being both a host and a guest at the Debutante Ball at the same time, but I am so excited to be here today to celebrate the launch of my debut, THE GIRLS’ GUIDE TO LOVE AND SUPPER CLUBS, which is officially out and in bookstores TODAY! As any writer will tell you, the feeling…
I asked AA Milne and Winnie the Pooh to introduce this week’s topic and they kindly agreed, in exchange for just a little lick of honey, which I fortunately had on hand. “Handsome bell-rope, isn’t it?” said Owl. Pooh nodded. “It reminds me of something,” he said, “but I can’t think what. Where did you get it?” “I just came across it in the Forest. It was hanging over …
