Timshel

The headlines these past few weeks have read like a horror story.  Humanity seems to be consumed with the notion of ‘other’. Our illusion of separateness has become so pervasive, I sometimes think that we’ll end up living in little walled enclaves all around the world. We find it comforting to believe that we are autonomous individuals, isolated […]

Code Name Verity ~ Elizabeth Wein

This is the book to read this summer. A legit beach read—no chick-lit fluff, no cheesy romance. Code Name Verity is the story of two indomitable women; one, a wireless operator and the other an RAF pilot. After crash landing in occupied France during WW2, the operator is captured by the Gestapo and interrogated. Though beautiful […]

Injustice

I promised myself I wouldn’t do this. When I started blogging, I thought, “No boobs. No Vaginas, Nats.” You’ll never know who’s going to read what you write here. Mostly it’ll be your Mom, her friends and some very loyal stragglers we like to refer to as ‘our people’. But, you never know… some writerly […]

Poison or Pleasure

Looking in the mirror is uncomfortable. The older I get, I find that the reflection that waits for me there is a liar.  That’s not me! Photographs are a similar torment.  My unstudied appearance (the perception I have of myself unconfirmed by the looking glass) is presentable; my outsides reflect my insides. Except they don’t. I […]

Reviewing

Mike and I will have been married for fifteen years this July. That’s a long time. We’ve been talking on and off, sharing little bits of insight, over the last few weeks about how different we are now. The Michael and Natalie of 2002 are not the Mike and Nats of 2017. I think one […]

Doors

This time last month I was recovering from jet lag. I arrived back from Scotland on the 13th, and I wrote my first blog post a day later. I’ve written every weekday since then. I’ve loved most moments so far, though fighting off the fear of failure each morning hasn’t been a walk in the […]

Pixelating

A friend came over for tea a few weeks ago.  As she was leaving, she stopped on my front porch and thought for a minute. “Men seem to be able to live in the moment better than women can,” she said. Don’t you just love friends who leave complex questions on your front porch? It’s like […]