by Meg Schmidt | Dec 3, 2018 |
Notice one morning that your orchid is starting to look strained. Pick up the fallen petals. Water it, but know that this, like a leprous spot, is a sign of the beginning of the end, and that from now on, water will merely prolong the inevitable.
by Meg Schmidt | Oct 3, 2018 |
But here are the deer, following the prodigal pattern. And me—well, I’ve been watching from the window for them this whole time.
by Meg Schmidt | Aug 3, 2018 |
The last thing I want to read about is another long and beautiful and solitary walk.
by Meg Schmidt | Jul 3, 2018 |
I had opened up the pomegranates in the first place for the deep red, and dropped the sparkling contents onto a bed of mango and blueberries and lime.
by Meg Schmidt | Jun 3, 2018 |
You want to talk about how to teach young girls to love themselves? Or to believe that their bodies are temples, and not objects of shame?
by Meg Schmidt | May 3, 2018 |
Now we’re nearing the end of year three, and I’m happy to say that while we haven’t quite stopped having conflicts about the small things, we’ve at least stopped feeling ashamed about them.
by Meg Schmidt | Apr 3, 2018 |
Sisyphus may roll his stone, but I have my morning alarm.
by Meg Schmidt | Mar 3, 2018 |
be with every late night job-searcher, every too-old-for-internships-er, all of us just looking for a step in the door. Be with the waiters who aren’t scientists yet, the sales clerks who aren’t published yet.
by Meg Schmidt | Feb 3, 2018 |
I was explaining this to a friend once when he informed me that cheering—or jeering—at a crowd was all about group community. “We rise and fall together, we yell and cry together.”
by Meg Schmidt | Jan 3, 2018 |
Lilith cries out to God that he made her from filth, so what else did he expect from her? And so it was Lilith I thought of when I realized how bad things had become.
by Meg Schmidt | Dec 3, 2017 |
It’s not the kitchen I imagined. In fact, it’s nowhere near the kitchen I imagined.
But there’s no place I’m happier in.
by Meg Schmidt | Nov 3, 2017 |
When I was eleven, the barn cat we kept outside to catch mice had kittens.
by Meg Schmidt | Oct 3, 2017 |
I’m discovering that if one is to read aloud, one should pick up a murder mystery.
by Meg Schmidt | Sep 3, 2017 |
I think everyone has childhood hurts that they carry with them, and these are mine.
by Meg Schmidt | Aug 3, 2017 |
I simply feel that I could make a few very small and practical changes that would improve our situation greatly.
10 / The Office will have ended when Jim and Pam got married.
by Meg Schmidt | Jul 3, 2017 |
A few weeks ago, Grandma fell in her bedroom. She pulled a bookcase down on top of her, breaking several ribs and pushing her further down “the road” than she had been before.
by Meg Schmidt | Jun 3, 2017 |
“Mature reaction to a routine colonoscopy: HE’S GOING TO STICK A TUBE SEVENTEEN THOUSAND FEET UP YOUR BUTT.”
by Meg Schmidt | May 3, 2017 |
I’d like your advice on this, because I’m not sure if I’ve done the right thing.
by Meg Schmidt | Apr 3, 2017 |
So I understand the benefits of the simple, unfussy communion of my childhood. It’s much neater, less ripe with possibilities for awkwardness.
by Meg Schmidt | Mar 3, 2017 |
But so often the story would rise up and out of me, and I couldn’t find it again. And I wouldn’t really try.
by Meg Schmidt | Feb 3, 2017 |
Today, he is known as “the father of gynecology” and is loved for—as his statues say—“treating empress and slave alike.”
by Meg Schmidt | Jan 3, 2017 |
6 / A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Bad Beginning, by Lemony Snicket. In preparation for the Netflix adaption.
by Meg Schmidt | Dec 3, 2016 |
Take two balls of dough out from the fridge. Roll out both on the kitchen counter. Don’t bother trying to form a perfect circle, only God could manage that.
by Meg Schmidt | Nov 3, 2016 |
You may not have realized this, but the world came very close to ending last Sunday night.
by Meg Schmidt | Oct 3, 2016 |
The fun sexy couple that is totally giving you the side eye and feeling really, really uncomfortable because you are just standing there.
by Meg Schmidt | Sep 3, 2016 |
My father walks the meadow in the early morning.
by Meg Schmidt | Aug 3, 2016 |
And this, dear reader, is why I think we Americans love to watch The Bachelorette. We love to look at those who have it all.
by Meg Schmidt | Jun 30, 2016 |
We had been bearing all of these trials patiently enough, however, until the day the toilet started belching. I want you to imagine what that must sound like, and after you have, I want you to imagine me hearing those sounds alone in the apartment—which coincidentally, did not contain a plunger.