All posts by Antonya Nelson
I swore that when it came time, I would level with my kids about the birds and the bees. Easier said than done.
The birds and the bees and my kids and me.
My housekeeper’s son was caught between two countries and two cultures. Even with all my luck and privilege, there was nothing I could do to help him.
My Mexican housekeeper’s son had the troubles of many American teens. If only I could have helped him more.
My father led a fascinating life filled with art photography, furniture making, and French cooking. So why did he spend his final years building toy trains in the attic?
Near the end of his sophisticated, stimulating life, my father played with toy trains. It was a hobby none of us could understand.
There are good things that have come to me and are luckily mine. A happy marriage. Truly remarkable children. And, now, a tattoo.
Why I have James Salter—and Andypants—to thank for my new tattoo.
They’ve been steady companions as I’ve moved from house to house, station to station—and each one has provided me with a lesson about my life’s passage.
What I’ve learned from Moe, Oscar, Flannery, George, Odette, and Roscoe.