Are you my mother?

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY. If you are someone who has pushed another human out of your body and managed to keep … More

Your Unauthorized Biography

When we die, each one of us leaves behind an archive. How much control do we have over that material … More

On Saturday, they tore down the house where I grew up. It was never “my house,” but rather always “grandma’s … More

On hot summer days in Coeur d’Alene during my childhood, I walked to the beach barefoot. It was about six … More

Over the past couple of years I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, writing, talking, and…er…quantifying about the Quantified Self … More

In grandma’s 1942 diary, she added a note on February 6, 1944. Up til the first part of June this … More

This week I received the final batch of letters from Zip to my grandma, all the way up to August, … More

Thirty years ago today, life as I knew it ended. The last night of my childhood was frosty and silent. … More

I admit it, when I got a packet of photocopied letters from my grandma’s first love on my birthday last … More

For the past few months I’ve been painstakingly transcribing my grandma’s diary from 1942. I say painstakingly because, wow, that … More