I was just flipping through the pages of the magazine, just skimming for any potential recipes or, really, anything to make the garbage-bound thing worth saving, and there was this quote, tucked away in small print, beneath a picture of a woman in boxing gear,… Read More
I want you to know that as this season of your life passes, it’s a season of my life too. We are each other’s filters through which the world makes sense. I am your mother, you are my child. We see each other at different… Read More
I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real. – NIN I didn’t know him and I don’t know how he felt. I don’t know if he was disappointed, if he was sad,… Read More
I remember morning light through thin curtains, through thick glass window panes, and shimmering off the water outside. I remember the sound of the lake lapping upon the shining sand, the low moans of the old dock, creaking. I remember eggs and bacon and beans. I remember ketchup and hot… Read More
I’m totally not cut out for it. A friend says to me, over the modern version of getting together for coffee, Facebook messaging. She’s typing, in her kitchen (I imagine) and tells me that she has two children on her body in some way or… Read More
Asher earned his very first belt in karate last night. I’d show you pictures, except I have none. I have pictures and video of Alex and Lila receiving their orange belts, months ago. I have pictures of them, kneeling and throwing their old belts over… Read More
The kids and I talk about kindness over breakfast. We talk about what it means to be gentle, to be fair, to be tender, even when the world is not. We talk about the importance of words, practicing peaceful language, loving language, we talk about… Read More
After a portrait session today, I pulled into a service station. I pumped my own gas, which always feels oddly empowering to me. Look at me, taking care of my car. Swiping that card and inserting that pump, even on a hot-hot-hot day in mid-July.… Read More
My three year old totters in and out of my bedroom, clutching a brightly colored bike helmet that’s designed to look like a trippy LSD/anime inspired unicorn’s head. She puts it down on the floor in front of me, pets it’s blue-green mane and then ever… Read More
Once upon a lifetime ago, I received an acceptance letter to an MFA program and a positive pregnancy test in the same week. I was overwhelmed in the moment, not with anxiety, but with excitement. How cool, to one day be able to tell my children that… Read More
The Frozen Moon 