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 practiced...

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

      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...

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 practiced...

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

      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...

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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...