LAUREN SLATER

Yesterday I and my ex brought our daughter to college for the start of her Freshman year. What is there to say about this? How fast they fly out the door? How I recall the moment she was born, my uterus ratcheted back and the doctor in surgical scrubs holding up a dark...

We are in the middle of a cold snap. The temperatures fall below zero in the night and during the day come up to five, maybe seven degrees. Icicles hang from the eves of the house and frigid wind finds its way around the expensive, insulated windows I paid so much mone...

I am building a house on 80 acres of land with my partner, Anna Jaffe. The land is located in Fitchburg, MA, a troubled old mill city where opiates rule the roost and boarded up buildings list and slump in the northern winds. Our land is located up, up, high on a hill...

     I have written nine books that come to, all told, well over a thousand pages but I have never written a single blog entry  and I'm not even sure I know what one is. I think of a blog as a public space where one triers out new ideas or re-posts important pieces of...