I’ll never get tired of her smell, the smell of coconut oil and peanut butter, fruit snacks and sweat. She crawled into bed with us this morning and rubbed her
I’ll never get tired of her smell, the smell of coconut oil and peanut butter, fruit snacks and sweat. She crawled into bed with us this morning and rubbed her
Since I quit political writing for a living, I find that reading and learning about policy, social science and culture is a lot more entertaining; I’m not constantly on the
This year’s Easter was magical. Let me begin, as I often do, by telling you about the food: smoked carnitas tacos with all the fixings (including homemade beans and rice,
I loved baking with my mom as a kid. She is a real baker, the kind of precise person who measures exactly and sets timers and separates yolks from whites.
My horse had a crack in one of his feet recently. As a result, I was picking his hooves every day, going out with 10 minutes or less to check
I still have the the black bottle of conditioner and the white bottle of shampoo that I took to Florida last year, when Isaiah was born. I use it sparingly,
I realized today that I have a profound responsibility to order my thoughts and my moments, that how my days unfold is, largely, up to me. Adam is out of
I’ve been reading this every day for the last week: “So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and
We’ve been teaching Adelay to play catch. She has only middling success at it, and one reason is she watches her hands instead of the ball itself. She stands there,
October is practically here, which means my baby boy is almost here, too. I know he’s not mine yet and it is so hard to not feel overwhelmingly attached, especially