A couple of years ago I did a lot of thinking about hope. I obsessed over what hope was, whether it was mere optimism or wish-come-true, or if it was
A couple of years ago I did a lot of thinking about hope. I obsessed over what hope was, whether it was mere optimism or wish-come-true, or if it was
It took me five days to get 12 valentines done for Addy’s kindergarten class. This makes me feel that I am very bad at modern motherhood. We just got invited
I love winter. I love the stillness of it, the way all of life slows down and pays attention, the way it forces me to come face-to-face with mortality and
The sky is a dirty tan, the color of chocolate milk made by a zealously health-conscious aunt. Headlights make woeful smears in the palpable air like the lamplighters of a
A by no-means-exhaustive list of things my darling girl likes, right now: McDonald’s, swimming, putting things on her Christmas list, flippy sequin shirts, excessive body spray, being tickled, unicorns of
I want to tell you about my husband. Every time I take Buzz out for a ride, Adam hooks up the horse trailer. When I get back, he carefully parks
This year, I’ve read quite a few pieces about being conflicted about the celebration of Independence Day, and the USA in general. “The 4th of July is complicated for me
My kids wake up at 5:30 these days, they are just too excited for the day to begin to spend one more minute in a cocoon of comfort. By 6
He’s two years old, and it feels trite and hollow to say that he’s “all boy” but he just is. He loves nothing more than tractors and his cowboy boots,
The wind is howling today. The rattle and wheeze of it against our creaky house woke our little guy early this morning, and when Adam got ready for work in