Small Life, Slow Life: The Lapse.

Small Life, Slow Life: The Lapse.

It’s hard to believe that almost two months have slipped by. When I transferred stores in February, I told people, “I’m not going to make any decisions for thirty days. I’ll observe, and listen a lot, but no big decisions for thirty days.” In the one therapy session I’ve had in the last eight weeks, … Continue reading

Small Life, Slow Life: Afraid to lose.

Small Life, Slow Life: Afraid to lose.

I remember looking at my computer screen, the letter from Berkeley announcing my acceptance, glaring at me in black and white. We are pleased to inform you. “Aren’t you happy?!” Other Mom said, shaking my shoulders. “Get excited!” Another memory: Eighth grade graduation, crying my eyes out, thinking of saying goodbye to a temporary boyfriend, … Continue reading

Small Life, Slow Life: NYD.

Small Life, Slow Life: NYD.

As I pulled onto our street from the driveway this morning at 7:45, something was off. Sun warmed the trunks of the trees; leaves fell towards the gutters. (Southern California thinks January is a good time for autumn to begin.) But that was the only sign of life: I didn’t see a single car no … Continue reading