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It keeps spawning. It jams up the drawer it lives in and pushes me to the limits of sanity as I try to nest and re-nest it each time I put another piece away. And another. And another. The larger pieces, which don’t fit in the drawer but are too potentially useful to throw away, […]

I get it. Really, I do. Thousands of you have been unwillingly relegated to work-from-home status as a result of the pandemic. The co-workers you used to see every day have been replaced by houseplants / cats / dogs / children / partners / the occasional plumber. You miss the things you took for granted […]

Hi. I’m Jane. I’m  the author of a memoir, Double Time: How I Survived–and Mostly Thrived–Through the First Three Years of Mothering Twins, (St. Martin’s, 2012) and a novel,  Eden Lake. (Last Light Studio, 2011).  write here from time to time about perimenopause, parenting, marriage,  writing, failure, and whatever else pops into my small head. I’m an […]

I’m the author of a memoir, Double Time: How I Survived–and Mostly Thrived–Through the First Three Years of Mothering Twins, and a novel called Eden Lake. I write here from time to time about perimenopause, parenting, marriage,  writing, failure, and whatever else pops into my small head. I’m an on-air host and producer for The Zeitgiest […]

My name is Jane Roper. I’m the author of a memoir, Double Time: How I Survived–and Mostly Thrived–Through the First Three Years of Mothering Twins, and a novel called Eden Lake. I write here from time to time about perimenopause, parenting, marriage,  writing, failure, and whatever else pops into my small head. I’m also  freelance advertising […]

I love you holiday cards, but I really, really don't like you.

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Sorry, I realize that’s a rather, er, aggressive title. But, look, things are happening. Weird and annoying things. Things that are, obviously, minor perturbances in the grand scheme of space and time and pandemic, blah blah blah. But I reserve the right to whine about them nevertheless. Because the way I look at it, if […]

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It’s been a strange few weeks. I can’t remember the last time I felt so simultaneously grateful and happy on the micro-level—as in, the immediate circumstances of my life, and the good things in it—and despairing on the macro level. As in: I am freaking terrified for our country right now, in its divided, deluded […]

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When I resolved, in early 2019, to start writing a new novel, I had to give myself a lot of talkings-to. I did this chiefly via the post-its and index cards tacked to the windowsill in front of my desk—messages I’ve written to myself. One of them, which is right at eye level where I […]

If you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you always got. Thus spake somebody; nobody on the internet seems to be sure who. But it’s a good saying—a less derisive version of that other bit of wisdom, also of mysterious origins (it’s not actually Einstein, alas), about the definition of insanity […]