I am not just limping into the end of 2025, I am flat on my belly, army crawling through the year’s remaining hurdles, one breaking news alert away from a mental break. This is not a cry for help, so please don’t worry about me. I’m naturally dramatic, and also joking… kind of. But also, what is going on right now?
I woke up this morning, realized it was Friday and that I hadn’t written this week’s blog. This has only happened a couple times in the eight years (!!!).
I thought I understood grief, at least as well as anyone could, but then 2025 happened and I was confronted with a new type of loss. A loss that I am only now beginning to process.
It’s gratitude season. A season that I have resisted in years past because, admittedly, I haven’t always felt very grateful when the calendar has mandated it of me. But this year is different. This year I am bursting with gratitude, and I’m choosing to lean into it because I know this feeling is not guaranteed, and I refuse to force it.
This week has been bananas. From sleeping on the floor of LaGuardia airport to tv interviews to the most wonderful crowds at our Chicago and Boston events. I cannot thank all of you enough for your support of The Luckiest, and I cannot wait to bring this book tour to the West coast with Miguel. I don’t want to oversell what we are providing but, I think it’s pretty special.
This week has been an anxiety fueled whirlwind and yet, as I sit here writing this, I am happy. My new book, The Luckiest: A Memoir of Love, Loss, Motherhood, and the Pursuit of Self hit bookcases, e-readers, and headphones everywhere on Tuesday. This very intimate telling of the many layers of my life is out in the world and that is as exciting as it is terrifying.
Four days. The Luckiest comes out in four days. I’ve had several people ask me if publishing this book feels different from Normal Broken. To which I cackle like a crazy person and answer, yes.
I’m trying to enjoy a season of yes but my body is having other plans. And no, I don’t want to give myself any more grace. Also, did you pre-order The Luckiest yet?
Today is Adelaide’s 10th birthday. In another world she is healthy and in fourth grade. This weekend we will have a small birthday party for her as we always do, sing her happy birthday, and release ladybugs. But I wanted to do more. So, in the face of scientific funding cuts at the NIH, I’ve decided to do an online fundraiser for the Undiagnosed Diseases Network Foundation (UDNF) in Adelaide’s name.
Oh, hey there! Did you see I’m taking The Luckiest on the road? And that Miguel is joining me? I LOVE writing, I even enjoy the editing process, but easily one of my favorite parts of publishing a book is having an excuse to travel the country and connect in person with all of you. I love hearing about your lives, and what blogs, essays, or chapters have resonated with you. It’s also true that I’ve never met a microphone I didn’t like.
Every season comes with its own challenges, especially when parenting is involved, and this one feels particularly messy: A barbie doll is thrown in with baseball cleats and sheet music, we have several different careers pulling us in opposite directions, and there are socks and snack crumbs everywhere. In so many ways this feels more like the life I envisioned when Jackson was a baby than any life I’ve imagined since. Is it possible that after a decade of detours we’re back on that once familiar life path?
I’m not sure why the fall always catches me by surprise. I see it coming, I try to mentally prepare. But every dang year it knocks me on my ass culminating in a sprint to the end-of-year holidays. This year though, I’m feeling it all a little extra. I’m just more tired. Is it because my energy is still compromised after a year of surgeries (#FuckCancer)? Am I simply out of logistical shape and I just need to stretch these planning muscles a little more? Or maybe this is a part of getting older? I know that witnessing the dismantling of American democracy is not helping. Then again, could this be a side effect of Tamoxifen…
