For Corinne, who so graciously gave me fodder for procrastination today in the form of eleven questions. 1. when you think of childhood, what comes to mind? Grass stains, street lights at dusk, the smell of my mother’s spaghetti sauce when I walk through the… Read More
Our house is small. We are not Little House on the Prairie, kids and parents all in one bedroom type small, but we are close. And so, as with most small spaces, sounds carry, voices carry, the hushed conspiratorial whispers of my children plotting their… Read More
It’s the season of wistfulness, of light lingering past the children’s bedtimes, of wilting dandelions in jelly jars on my counter top and evening baths to wash away the fine silt of a day spent outdoors. It’s the season of things to come – summer… Read More
We were leaving the grocery store and I was that woman with the three small children draping themselves over the sides of the carriage, arms flailing, heads tilting back, wild cries belting up to the heartless, cloudy skies. Pulling up to the van to unload… Read More
Who doesn’t love a clean house with well behaved children? And who doesn’t love to always see the scale numbers go down or to always have the perfect wise or witty remark to garner fifty likes and comments on their facebook page? Who doesn’t love… Read More
Goodness isn’t a lofty goal or perfection. It doesn’t come from a counter-top well cleaned or a cake well baked. It isn’t in a corner office or in a church pew. It isn’t eloquence or poetry or a book well written. It isn’t art or… Read More
The Frozen Moon 