Missy Stevens

Together

Together

by | Family

We were something more than girls, but less than women. We left childhood bedrooms, familiar streets, safety nets. We woke up in strange bunk beds. With even stranger roommates sleeping nearby. We were exploring a new landscape, studying maps, making plans. We stood...
Together

I Hope Nobody Chases Me

by | Fitness

Because I can’t get away. Remember that day I whined about my heel? (If not, you can go ahead and read it now. I’ll wait, but not forever, so you might want to skim now and read for content later.) A lot of you emailed, commented or tweeted your ideas...
The Search

The Search

by | Family

I watched you search. In turns, you tried different tactics. You stood in one place, glancing in all directions, unable to decide where to go. You ran frantically without pausing to watch where you were going. You set your sights on an object and walked purposely. You...
Together

Beware the Machines

by | Family, Whatever

According to Wired magazine, The AI Revolution is On. Their words, not mine. My words would be: the AI revolution is happening, now, in my home. IBM’s Watson has nothing on my appliances. Sure, he answered some Jeopardy! questions, but, dude, I answer Jeopardy!...
When Did I Get Like This?

When Did I Get Like This?

by | Books and Writing

If there is a mother on the planet who has not stared at herself in the mirror, examining a muffin top, a gray hair (or 100), and dark circles under her eyes, all while the children sit nearby opening every tampon in the box, and found herself wondering, When did I...