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
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
Cowboys say a fast horse “eats up the ground” a colloquialism which has always made me think of a dragon’s mouth right behind my horse’s hooves, its hot breath on
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,
I was in a flash nonfiction contest recently, and we had to incorporate the sentence: “It wasn’t a crisis yet” into our essay. What a loaded premonition. It’s gotten me
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 believe in good meals. By and large, we are not a snacking family (except that my children believe outdoor excursions are not complete without several baggies of crackers, nuts,
I’ve been hearing a lot this season about how hard the holidays can be. I’m no stranger to this lament, I remember my own long Decembers of endless Advent, in
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