I woke up this morning to the sounds of my eight year old going through his morning routine. He lets out the dog, gets her breakfast and water, lets her back in, feeds her, crates her again or sends her back outside. He pulls down… Read More
My twenty-two month old is in my bedroom, standing barefoot in a mess of her own making, squealing in gibberish. With her just-woke-up-from-a-nap hair and the smudges of cereal bar on her cheeks, she looks like a homeless, uncared for, disaster. Oh, but, her smile.… Read More
I came home last night from a long day of playing dress-up. It was a writer’s-stylized photo shoot and I was made up to look, well, not quite like myself. Mutant alien caterpillars on my lashes, dark eyes, Vasoline on my brows. Not my usual,… Read More
I lost it last night. Lost. It. Over so, so much dog poop on my floor, and teeth that should have been brushed already and a game of Go Fish cut short by the minutes ticking too quickly to bedtime and a six year old… Read More
They are all around me: people signing up for road races, joining gyms, people deciding to “be the change they want to see.” People are pouring out every bottle of alcohol or ridding their cabinets of anything “white” or “processed” or deemed unhealthy on the… Read More
The Frozen Moon 