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
This afternoon, I had a quick photo to grab for an upcoming wedding, an hour away and on the seacoast. On any normal March afternoon, my children would have stayed in the car and suffered through the length of the ride and my ten minutes… Read More
(Because, I am always nostalgic as I approach my children’s birthdays – a note from last year.) I have watched as the hours have passed today. 9:30 AM – I was walking. My first mile after months of being told not to push myself. Just… Read More
I think I have read (and/or written) about a hundred status updates or blog posts about the joys of motherhood – the amazing moments right after delivery when the world slows down to the beating of your baby’s heartbeat on your chest, her small breaths… Read More
Last night, I stared up at the ceiling of a salon and imagined an expanse of stars spreading out like a blanket over the ocean sky. Tonight, I scraped ricotta and marinara from Evaline’s dinner tray and thought of the nights ahead of me without… Read More
Every so often, I am struck by the great meaninglessness of things. Sometimes, it’s my third trip to the grocery store in one week, the constant restocking of necessities. Bread. Milk. Eggs. Paper towels. Repeat. Sometimes, it’s the empty feeling after watching your team collapse… Read More
The Frozen Moon 