The Weather Here

First published by Women Writers, Women's Books August 7  My own internal and external storms increasingly seem to mirror the weather patterns of climate change. I started noticing this last year, just after turning 60. I closed my law practice, hoping, with my...

Letter to 13 year old Kelly

      Last week I visited the Professional Women’s Information Network (“ProWin”), a group I started 16 years ago, to talk about my later-in-life switch from attorney to author. The moderator had given me a heads-up about some of the questions, and...

She Isn’t Mine

      My daughter is 26. Her baby is due in three days. And yet, when I say, “my daughter,” and “her baby,” I pause at the nub of untruth there. She is not mine. She never was. I was a brief caretaker only, not an owner. As she will be for the...

Answering the Call

      I marked my 60th birthday by officially closing my law practice. I’d practiced employment discrimination law for nearly 25 years in a variety of iterations – from small boutique firms to large silk-stocking firms. The last ten years I...

A Telephone Call

      My cell phone rang a week ago Friday as I was navigating Atlanta’s notorious rush-hour traffic, trying to follow my daughter to a Target store near her home. She’s nesting. Her baby’s due in early March, and she feels a near-palpable...

The Weather Here

First published by Women Writers, Women's Books August 7  My own internal and external storms increasingly seem to mirror the weather patterns of climate change. I started noticing this last year, just after turning 60. I closed my law practice, hoping, with my...

Letter to 13 year old Kelly

      Last week I visited the Professional Women’s Information Network (“ProWin”), a group I started 16 years ago, to talk about my later-in-life switch from attorney to author. The moderator had given me a heads-up about some of the questions, and...

She Isn’t Mine

      My daughter is 26. Her baby is due in three days. And yet, when I say, “my daughter,” and “her baby,” I pause at the nub of untruth there. She is not mine. She never was. I was a brief caretaker only, not an owner. As she will be for the...

Answering the Call

      I marked my 60th birthday by officially closing my law practice. I’d practiced employment discrimination law for nearly 25 years in a variety of iterations – from small boutique firms to large silk-stocking firms. The last ten years I...

A Telephone Call

      My cell phone rang a week ago Friday as I was navigating Atlanta’s notorious rush-hour traffic, trying to follow my daughter to a Target store near her home. She’s nesting. Her baby’s due in early March, and she feels a near-palpable...

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The Weather Here

The Weather Here

First published by Women Writers, Women's Books August 7  My own internal and external storms increasingly seem to mirror the weather patterns of climate change. I started noticing this last year, just after turning 60. I closed my law practice, hoping, with my...

Letter to 13 year old Kelly

Letter to 13 year old Kelly

      Last week I visited the Professional Women’s Information Network (“ProWin”), a group I started 16 years ago, to talk about my later-in-life switch from attorney to author. The moderator had given me a heads-up about some of the questions, and the...

She Isn’t Mine

She Isn’t Mine

      My daughter is 26. Her baby is due in three days. And yet, when I say, “my daughter,” and “her baby,” I pause at the nub of untruth there. She is not mine. She never was. I was a brief caretaker only, not an owner. As she will be for the...

Answering the Call

Answering the Call

      I marked my 60th birthday by officially closing my law practice. I’d practiced employment discrimination law for nearly 25 years in a variety of iterations – from small boutique firms to large silk-stocking firms. The last ten years I practiced...

A Telephone Call

A Telephone Call

      My cell phone rang a week ago Friday as I was navigating Atlanta’s notorious rush-hour traffic, trying to follow my daughter to a Target store near her home. She’s nesting. Her baby’s due in early March, and she feels a near-palpable...

Turning 60

Turning 60

      I didn’t think I’d be a blogger, and it may turn out I won’t be. But today is my 60th birthday, and I feel the need to write about how it looks from here, at the precipice of my seventh decade, in this fraught, unraveling world.  I’m not promising...