Just Pause

    I can’t keep track of days. How have more than 20 of them passed since I was here last, writing to you? The summer is winding down while still offering what feels like endless sunny days for us to bask in, for us to lose ourselves. Days to scrape together our coins for […]

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What July Reminds Me

The cicadas are screaming. Or singing. Or something. The grass is brown in patches. Even the neighbors with the immaculate lawns and tidy gardens, trimmed just so, can’t escape this. The lilies have either died or been eaten by deer. This is what July feels like. But maybe I am getting too dark. I am […]

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Blooming Stillness

When season 1 of The Handmaid’s Tale TV series came out, the first time I heard June’s internal dialogue, nostalgia popped open like a grape inside my mouth. This, I thought. This, is why I loved the book so much in my youth. Once again, I was hungry for more. More and more of June. Through […]

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Come on In

I had this surreal experience today when listening to the Writing Class Radio podcast  wherein they highlighted my latest essay on Motherwell. You may have found your way to this little blog via the podcast or the essay. No matter how long you’ve been reading The Astronaut Wife, I thank you. I feel overwhelmingly humbled. […]

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Maybe This, is Wellness

I am not sure why I forget that summer is the ultimate season. Early summer, that is. Early summer, when the first fireflies appear. Early summer, when the lilies with their long stems and crimson petals begin to open. When days in Maryland can still feel breezy and mild. When the deer emerge from the […]

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Together

Hello Readers: I have been avoiding this blog lately. On purpose. And I am sorry if you feel led on. Like you were used to keeping up with me this way. Maybe it’s the only way “we” keep in touch anymore. Or maybe you were led here because you saw this blog in my bio […]

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The Truer Path

I have been playing hide and seek with writing about the real stuff of midlife for a few years now. Up to this point, I have mostly written about this stage with a mix of humor and a certain “Anne Lamott-ian” wisdom. (So, with the casual wit and style of an old hippy grandmother.) However, […]

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