Photo At My Desk

Sometimes I write things for other places. Especially when it’s for a friend, like my friend Margit who just launched a great site filled with great voices. Go read her piece Dinosaur, Jr. If you are a woman, who, like me, is not-quite-yet-of-a-certain-age but also not making Pinterest hair tutorials, either, then you’ll recognize yourself within. At least, I’d wager.

Anyhoodle, she has a regular column there called “The Picture At My Desk.” I know, right? Don’t you want to write your own piece about that, right now?

Well, I definitely did: And here’s mine.

 

About stacy

I am a writer, author, mother, former magazine editor (last at Redbook), optimist, and, above all, a searcher. I'm still searching for whom I'm really meant to be, after a series of very jarring losses: a divorce and house disaster that led to a book (Falling Apart In One Piece); a week after the book came out, my parents suddenly fell gravely ill, I resigned from my job (and, apparently, my career), my son went into crisis, my parents then rapidly died four weeks apart, and my boyfriend (who had moved in with me and my son just weeks before the book came out) began the painful journey of realizing we couldn't make our relationship work (that story unfolded on this blog). Since then I've been trying to figure out what's next. Or, in other words, how to fill in the blanks.
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One Response to Photo At My Desk

  1. Such a beautiful piece, Stacy. Thank you for making me think about something that otherwise might make me too sad to think about–with a different perspective! And also for introducing Margit’s website which is right up my alley.

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