On Mother’s Day

I’ve always been a daughter on Mother’s Day. Even after my sister and I had our own kids, Mother’s Day meant visiting Mom at our childhood home with its untouched 1980s kitchen, bearing flowers and platters of bagels and lox. I would pick up the Russ & Daughters order, my sister would arrange the peonies…

Is Everything an A.S.M.R. Video Now?

A person, typically a woman, is talking gently into a microphone. She’s paying close attention to you. Perhaps she’s asking you about your day, or role-playing the part of an aesthetician or doctor or your best friend at a slumber party. Maybe she’s about to give you a facial. Or examine your eyes with a…

No sabíamos que era la última vez

El pasado diciembre, un par de semanas antes de Navidad, olvidé la botella de agua en el gimnasio. Mientras volvíamos a casa, mi marido me dijo: “¿Quieres volver?”. “No”, le dije. “La recogeré mañana”. Pero estaba enfadada con Eric por no darse la vuelta. Un minuto después, estaba llorando. “Voy a volver”, dijo. “¡No!”, respondí.…