(I’ve started regularly writing on Substack to make it easier to reach my readers. You can subscribe, here.) Today I screamed at my kids. The window broke in my aged
(I’ve started regularly writing on Substack to make it easier to reach my readers. You can subscribe, here.) Today I screamed at my kids. The window broke in my aged
The pears and apples, after 15 hours on low heat, soften and turn a comforting, caramelized brown. We blended them with an immersion blender, a first for me, until they
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
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
Dear Betty, I had to write you, in hopes that you’ll take time out of whipping Heaven into shape to read my scattered thoughts. After all, you always had time
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 just read Ross Gay’s The Book of Delights which was an absolute JOY. Lately I’ve been a little crabby so I thought I’d take a cue from Professor Gay