Yesterday was busy

Yesterday was busy. Yesterday has been busy for quite some time now....more

Live, Love, Support

Live In a house asleep, I read. Real pages between my fingertips. Words but no pictures ....more


We have these wonderful moments. Days, in fact. We click ....more

Growing Together: She Taught Me Stillness

Many of the place I turn online, to read and connect, and therefore many of my friends online, usher in a sense of calm with their words. My life is so loud sometimes when all I really want is to be quiet and still. So I turn to people whose words and style and tone have a peacefulness to them ....more

Vignettes of a wiggle

“My tooth hurts.” Her aches and pains are varied and frequent these days. I’ve fallen into the trap of treating them all like requests for attention and, lately, I’ve ignored more than I’ve indulged. Motherhood has been too many simultaneous inputs for some time now ....more

103 minutes

It’s been 55 minutes. 55 minutes since I handed over the children and the trajectory of the 3485th snow day this season to my husband. I handed him the baby monitor that was silent only because I had the thing turned all the way down but the stupid little light bar was a constant shade of toddler-is-screaming-red ....more

Things I have lost

Socks (see also: gloves, hats, hair bows, etc.) Keys Sanity 2 of 4 wheels that belong to the model car we bought at the beach three years ago The backs to my diamond earrings My motivation My sense of self, separate from my sense of motherhood Lazy Sunday mornings with coffee and the paper The ability to watch a Subaru commercial without tearing up Patience Opportunities Naiveté – though admittedly not as much as I should have by the age of 34 The idealism of youth – though admittedly not as much as I should have by the age of 34 Grandparents Friends Boyfriends The feeling that I am invincible that led me to wild adventures like canyoning and rock climbing and roller coasters that flip you upside down A head of hair that is free of stray grays Breastmilk My nearly complete autobiography that was due as a school assignment at the end of my junior year in high school The ability to stay up late with my head bent over my work Bitterness towards friends and family Faith in organized religion and/or the belief that there is only one answer to the question of why we are here or only one identity for a higher power The ability to pray Routines that brought comfort and joy A taste for soda An abhorrence of fast food Admirers And, also, haters Cares about what other people think of me And, also, the ability to disregard others’ opinions The belief that I know how to do good in the world A sense of adventure that trumps the comfortable and known Tethers to people who saw me through my childhood Money Moments with my children The unique feeling of being a newlywed The pin I was supposed to wear everyday while pledging the business fraternity my junior year of college The courage to be vulnerable, honest, to put myself out there, to achieve the goals I’ve set for myself Days Sleep The slip of paper I need to retrieve my dry cleaning Track of time Memories Vacation days Respect Weight The ability to experience an unproductive moment without guilt or remorse The feeling that all will be ok The feeling that nothing will ever get better Fear of endings ~~~~~ Linking up with Lisa. The prompt I chose this week was Lost. Many of these, of course, I have since found ....more

Come on, let’s play!

“My children are small. Larger magic, bigger adventures, louder moments compel them. They want to get up and shake and move, their energy bursts at the seams ....more

I’ll be the monster

I walk into her closet, leaving the light off, and close the door behind me. My socks are no protection against the floor which I am convinced is ice made to look like wood. Her closet is always so cold, I’ll never understand why she chooses to get dressed in there ....more

Visit me On Parenting

I’m so honored to direct you to The Washington Post today where you can read a piece by yours truly. I have so much to say about this piece. The more I write, the more I practice my craft, the more I edit, the more I leave off the page ....more