I have not yet done a thing to prep for Easter morning. No plastic eggs. No baskets. No ribbons. No tangled mounds of grass. No piles of jelly beans and Cadbury goodies. Nada. Our routine (and with four kids, I use the word ‘routine’ very… Read More
Out with friends the other night, we quickly found ourselves discussing parenting. Because, when you’re a mom, even a mom who is going out to unwind with her bestest of friends, your kids are with you. Everywhere. Even in Mexican restaurants with spinach queso dips… Read More
Psst. You. You there with the red equality profile picture on Facebook and your snappy status updates about gay marriage and other folks being on the wrong side of history. I love you. And, hey, you too, quietly watching the courts and wondering when the government… Read More
To counterbalance some of the sappiness of yesterday’s post about how quickly children grow and how I’m a giant mush-ball just wishing they could linger here in my arms forever as sweetly resting babies, a top ten of sorts. A for-the-love-of-finishing-a-cup-of-coffee-before-it-is-cold list of things to look forward to… Read More
I’m baking a Funfetti cake for Evaline’s 2nd birthday. I set the timer for five minutes. In five minutes, because our house is uneven, I will open the oven and spin the cake then set the timer again to remind myself to spin it back,… Read More
We talk about variety, the good and the bad, the healthy and the less healthy. We talk about why fresh is better than processed, about what makes the soft light-as-air slices of packaged bread different from the denser loaves with sharper crusts and chewy insides… Read More
Change. I always thought that I loved it. A fresh coat of a paint. A hair cut. New home. New job. New clothes. New experiences. New. New. New. New on every superficial plane is acceptable, exciting even. New and on my terms, within my will,… Read More
The Frozen Moon 