I cried the first time I hugged a friend on the street. It felt that good.

I’ve been wondering this week about how our kids might be feeling as the culture lurches toward a new relationship with Covid 19. I wonder is it harder to look forward to the future? To trust parents, adults, public figures? I wonder if they are carrying judgments or shame about who wore a mask, hoarded toilet paper, threw a party? …


Like everyone else, I was grabbing for terra firma during the pandemic, particularly eager to lay my hands on a set of ideas that I could hold on to in the night, when I felt tossed by the high seas of change. As 2020 would have it, I found what I needed in an online class made available by Yale called the The Science and Philosophy of Human Nature taught by woman named Tamar Gendler.

At first I’d listen while walking. But at some point, maybe during lecture 3 of 26, I found I needed to be seated so I…


Coach Corrigan, Piedmont Highlanders, 2021

I hosted the end of year lacrosse party on my back deck last night. 15 girls in masks. Pizza and Caesar salad, blondie bars and Spindrifts. After we ate, each player took the floor to share three things they admired about a teammate. They were jittery, sincere and full of gratitude. There was clapping and hooting. It was heaven but then, when my turn came to sum up the season, mortifying.

Oh my god, I’m crying.

I made fun of myself in their terms — uh this is awkward — and the team laughed but eyes were wide above masks…


Growing up, it wasn’t easy to get my brothers or me out of bed. My mother tired of the rigamarole early on (it was a fairly hopeless business) and by high school, the job of getting us to the bus stop on time was left to my dad. His method was to open a window and holler Hello World! to which, The World would respond, Hello Georgie!

His imaginary back and forth continued:

I’m comin’ out there to getcha, World!

I’m waitin’ for ya, Georgie!

Then he’d come to us, room by room, and tell us a great day was…


With a list of common things the author is trying to be a little more accepting of

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Lice will find you, people will hit Reply All and Do Not Call lists are only marginally effective. Oh well.

Dogs will be dogs, every time, in every way. Oh well.

Hemorrhoids and stretch marks are forever. Oh well.

Experts make mistakes and parenting books have limited applicability. Ditto diets. Oh well.

The great love of your life will never stop running a little late, making that sound when he chews and the repeating himself stuff will only get worse. Oh well.

You will never really understand your bank fees or how the Internet router works. Oh well.

Unless you…


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There’s a story that’s been circulating for thousands of years that’s worth considering as you react to whatever news you get from whatever colleges this evening.

So there’s a farmer, let’s call him Joe. Joe had a horse, let’s call the horse Big Red. One morning, Big Red ran away. Word spread and all his neighbors said something like: OMG that sux! to which Joe said: We’ll see, and went back to tending his crops, best he could.

The next day, who turns up in the farmer’s field but Big Red, and he’s brought with him with two more horses…


That is the question I put to Anna Quindlen and Anna Sale on this week’s podcast. We ended up in conversation about money, mindshare and control in the context of marriage. Anna Sale was particularly forthcoming about how they run the numbers in her house which led to her husband saying that he never worried she would cheat on him but he did wonder if she had secret bank accounts. I myself struggle in just this same way.

Here’s a few other things on my running list of that which I cannot yet master:

1 — remembering not to fall…


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I got going down a rabbit hole recently — the original search was grudges, referring to a little problem I have with a certain someone (who we can call C.S.). I’m not proud of this trying relationship but if you and I were one-on-one with cocktails in hand, I could convince you that I was right, I have always been right and I will always be right. But that’s one of the tricks of grudge holding: one can always find someone to serve up some idiot compassion, that well meaning automatic taking-of-sides that friends do for friends. It’s a way…


I did it again. I did the thing that people do, that I do, that I tell my kids not to do. I oversimplified. I said something that suggested what has been true for me and my parents must also be true for others, and by others, I mean all others.

I was talking to a couple other writers about family life on the podcast and we got going about those tricky (sometimes devastating) moments that pass between adult children and aging parents. Should you maybe stop driving? Move? Update your will?

Each of these mortality-related negotiations, whether that’s what…


I have been reflecting on identity (the question seems to come up one way or another every day, whether it’s Meghan Markle or David Brooks). I find myself going back to a conversation among a small group of new friends that has stuck with me over the years.

A man in his 50's sitting next to his wife, for whom his love was evident, told me with a hitch in his voice that the hardest thing he’s had to accept was that although he excelled in music and had tried hard to make a life as a professional musician, and…

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New York Times bestselling author, host of new podcast: Kelly Corrigan Wonders and PBS show: Tell Me More with Kelly Corrigan

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