Wanting to be loved and appreciated connects us all.
My husband is a graduate of two Ivy League universities - with a degree in Classics! - and he sounds like a David Mamet character when I hear him on a business call.
Mother's Day is a bittersweet day for many of us. We all have mothers, but some of us have lost them.
I remember my mom sitting at our kitchen table, paying bills with a small smile. She'd sigh and say, 'I'm so blessed to be able to pay these.' She knew it was about what you have.
I tell my kids all the time that I'm so lucky they chose me to be their mom.
Manspread, mansplaining, manterrupting - all of it, whether conscious or not, diminishes women's voices, minds, and bodies.
If you don't know what mansplaining is, or manterrupting or manspread, then you're probably a guy.
Social media provides a constant platform on which to feature what we deem beautiful, meaningful, and worthy.
I think the curation consternation is this: Just because you like something or list something, are you really curating?
One man's content is another woman's crap. And the crappy content - let's call it crontent - will never go away.
The fact that oversharing exists at all as a noteworthy notion is a relief, because I'm afraid that our younger generations could grow up having no idea what it even means to overshare.
It's beyond TMI - oversharing is not just too much information; it's incessant sharing of non-information - breaking news about your gluten-free diet complete with duck face selfies.
To my knowledge, there are, pretty much, two ways to be interesting: One is to actually do interesting things, achieve the remarkable. The other way to be interesting is to be interested, curious about the world and about other people - not relentlessly revelatory about yourself.
Mothers of all ages delight in their children, but I don't know that, if I were younger, I would feel as acutely, profoundly, preciously grateful for every smile, squeal, and - yes - diaper blowout.
Snowflakery is simply being human, which makes it a pretty flakey insult.
It's fitting that an insult largely aimed at youth has made children of those who use it. 'Snowflake' reminds us how much we need climate change... in politics.
I once accidentally 'replied all' and sent an email complaining about my then-boyfriend to a bunch of strangers. It was meant for my friend who was a bride, but I ended up addressing her entire wedding party. Her marriage lasted; my relationship didn't.
I'm not proud that, in my time, I've tried to harness the power of prayer to fit into a pair of jeans.
I asked God for a healthy baby. An answer arrived in my daughter.
Famous people I've interviewed - powerful people, brilliant people, people whom you look at and think, 'Seriously, do you not have pores?' - have turned to me after interviews and asked, 'Was I okay? I hope I was okay.'
