Monthly Archives: November 2012

Two Apples on a Table

When we were fourteen years old, my best friend’s mother died of cancer. Becca* and I became friends at the beginning of seventh grade, when her family returned to Louisville from her father’s year-long sabbatical at the Sorbonne. In our relentlessly bourgeois environment, the fact that Becca’s father was a chemistry professor seemed exotic. Her […]

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One of the Elephants

After I told my parents that I was pregnant with Balthazar, my father sent me an email in which he said that I was very brave but that since he was an optimist he would expect a good outcome. The email left me irritated in a vague, all over way, like a mild flu. Since […]

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The Fifth Circle

Romanian sculptor Mihai Marius Mihu has rendered all nine Circles of Hell in Legos. This is Anger. During my pregnancy with Balthazar I was filled with rage. I attributed it then, and still attribute it now, to the fact that I was writing a memoir, and the stuff that gets dredged up during that process […]

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Meet Virginia

When my friend Tanja was pregnant with her son Lincoln, she didn’t want to have a baby shower. Our mutual friend Miriam and I talked it over, and we decided we’d host a dinner part at our house and invite a bunch of Tanja’s friends: a well-known chef and his new girlfriend, people from the […]

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Day of the Dead

This Halloween season Jasper has been to an unprecedented number of parties, which means that I have too. Sometimes I know a lot of parents at the party; sometimes I don’t know any. Sometimes I see people I’ve been trying hard to avoid. On Monday a mom who’d just hosted a party introduced me to […]

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