Help Wanted read the sign in the window — an unusual and welcome sight during the immediate aftermath of September 11, 2001. I took a deep breath, tugged at the bottom of my blouse to smooth the sweat wrinkles, and walked into the hotel lobby. I needed this job.


A collection of essays about life, love, and survival during unprecedented times.

The COVID pandemic brought a lot of new things into my life, including gray hair, buying sweatpants online, and mid-day power naps. But it also reconstituted something that had been missing for years: creativity. …

It’s hard to believe I’m writing this, but today is my 366th day without alcohol. On so many levels, I feel like a different person than I did a year ago. And it all started with a simple New Year’s resolution.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t attempted this before. In…

Dear Alison from 2019,

I hope this message finds you well.

I’m writing to you from the future — from a time when, as you will soon understand, the greeting “I hope this message finds you well” will make you want to scream. …

The holidays are upon us. I know this because I’ve seen lots of social media posts that say THE HOLIDAYS ARE UPON US. Also, because Christmas threw up in the dollar section of Target about two months ago. It felt a little late this year.

I can’t say that I’ve…

My 11-year-old son — with his huge brown eyes and small frame and impossibly curly hair — looks just like a miniature version of me. And that’s where the resemblance ends.

Don’t be fooled by the smiles…we were probably arguing 30 seconds earlier.

I once took an online personality test that identified me as an organizer and a time-keeper. He, on the…

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Gyms and yoga studios are shuttered. Crossfit boxes and boutique fitness centers have gone dark. Marathons and 5Ks are cancelled, and even mountain biking trails have closed their gates. If you’re following the rules and still want to stay in shape, you’ve gotta learn how to exercise alone.

And —…

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In late December, I predicted that 2020 was going to be “the best year ever” and set the most ambitious New Year’s resolution imaginable: I would attempt to give up alcohol for a full year.

It’s now March 29, and only one of those statements is still true.

Alison Roth

Writer, podcast addict, runner, stick-shift driver, parent & step-parent. Not necessarily in that order. Personal page: all opinions are my own. (she/her)

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