This strange January feeling

I can’t get started. It’s that winter feeling. That feeling of the second and third and fourth weeks of January when the glow of new starts and freshly written resolutions has started to fade beneath inches (or feet) of snow and layers of sweaters and socks that fail to warm against the cold ....more


There is a calm there, over the hill, where I believe paradise lies. There is a calm filled with the most beautiful celebration of noise. Laughter and sounds of love ring out into the clear, still air ....more

Growing Together: He is Me

I’ve always believed that each of us has more than one soul mate walking the planet at the same time. Because things change and life is fragile and souls need to find their matches. I’ve also been delighted to find out, since beginning to write and live online as well as off, that each of us has more than one kindred spirit ....more

When motherhood felt magical

For some time now, I’ve been looking back, wistfully, to the days when motherhood felt magical. Not that it was ever all pixie dust and unicorns. I don’t have to tell you that it’s really never been that way ....more


She never actually says the word. And good for us all that she doesn’t. Because the words that come next, from me, have been plotted out in my brain for years ....more

It was that kind of day

It’s been a long day. You know the kind. I know you do ....more


And here we are again. In the car just after 8am, willing the warm air to push faster through the vents, our breath pooling in clouds in front of our eyes. “Do you think I remember how to get there?” I ask her ....more

The Yellow Living Room

Our living room was yellow. Not a bright, neon yellow. A sort of muted yellow ....more

I made my mistakes. I Did Something.

The house is still. The kids are (finally) asleep. M is out with friends ....more

The best Christmas yet

It’s quiet, save for the toddler’s light snoring behind me and the Jazz flowing from the speakers, the melodies that lull them to sleep. We’re conferring about directions in hushed tones and holding our breath each time we stop for fear of disturbing their dreams. It’s been a whirlwind trip and they need their rest ....more