I avoid the phone like it’s a muddy puddle on the sidewalk, like it’s a mess waiting to happen. I avoid the neediness of it, as though I fear it makes me a crying child. Notice me, now. Stop, whatever you’re doing, as I’m buzzing and… Read More
I took an online quiz the other day, highlighting scenarios in which my survival depended upon correctly knowing how to use a cell phone to start a fire in the mountains, or how to navigate my ship (on my solo-trip across the ocean) if all… Read More
Evie pees on the potty, but somehow manages to get it everywhere else in the bathroom too. Evie empties her dresser drawers of all of her clothing, and she fills them instead with rocks, with junk mail flyers, with a crumpled paper towel from her peanut… Read More
I baked cupcakes this weekend. At the tail-end of a terrible week for me, emotionally, personally, and in some ways, (even if only in my own eyes,) professionally, I pulled down a sacks of flour and sugar from my new kitchen cabinets. I melted bakers… Read More
This month might actually kill me. I thought this, driving through the rain on my way home from picking up the kids from co-op. Our routine, thus far this year, has been to go to lunch at a little breakfast and lunch place on the… Read More
It was probably about a year ago, we were sitting around our friend’s kitchen table, kids running around upstairs, us lingering in the moments between the kids settling down (hahahahahahaha) and us playing a game, and we started scrolling through housing listings on our phones.… Read More
I wrote this three years ago today, went searching for it here only to realize I had never published it on The Frozen Moon at all, only on Facebook. In memory of my Aunt Karen, whose house was always open for me, so many long… Read More
The first time, I was ten weeks pregnant. We, Alex and Lila and I, slept together in a hotel room, where Vinnie would meet us in the morning and we would go to the fair as a family. The bleeding started after my youngest two… Read More
It’s quarter to five on a Wednesday. I’m stirring three pots on my stove top and grating Parmesan over a cookie sheet of roasted asparagus. I’m running to grab Alex’s gi from his drawer. I’m texting Vinnie to ask if I should bring their dinner… Read More
We lose ourselves, sometimes. In pieces, in moments, in the steps between up and down, in the busyness of a day or the stillness of a single minute. We lose ourselves in boxes, in vehicles, in the transition from one space to another. We lose… Read More
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