The other morning, Vinnie was up before me, off to do a presentation for Thrive with his best friend. I cleaned up after the kid’s breakfast, and as I collected orange peels in my palms and as I loaded the dishwasher, I thought how very strange… Read More
It’s the Dictionary.com Word of the Day today. Fogdog. It means, a bright spot sometimes seen in a fog bank. Fogdog chimed as it arrived in my inbox at 7:40. Like most every other morning this summer, I was already awake when it popped up… Read More
Because it’s been a bit of a tradition for me to sit down and reflect and write about our marriage each year on our anniversary, I’m here, at not quite seven in the morning, remembering that thirteen years ago, at this hour of thin yellowish… Read More
I survived the long winter by breathing slowly. One morning, I stood in the yard with a mug of coffee and my husband, snow falling and Dharma bouncing in and out of fluffy white piles, and I breathed. I counted the beats of my heart.… Read More
To My Girls – Now, you are four and eight and as brave and bold as the length of my reach will let you go. You see yourselves as strong, courageous, beautiful and brilliant. You wear what you want. You say what you want. You are who… Read More
For dessert, we ate whipped cream and angel food cake and summer berries. Asher dipped his head down and licked the plate, as though a contestant in a no-hands-allowed pie eating contest. The little girls each carried their emptied plates to me in the kitchen,… Read More
I sat in a chair earlier this week, chin down, arms folded across my lap, eyes blinking between my kneecaps and the points of my orange shoes, getting my first tattoo. At thirty-five. As a mother of four. I sat and thought of…nothing, really. The… Read More
Lint happens. This is the takeaway that played over and over in my mind as we drove home from our annual trip to the circus last week. For the first time, we were front and center, just inches from the acts. We were in reach-out-and-touch-the-pony-as-it-passes… Read More
The mother I am, and the woman I am are not always compatible. Sure, we can manage to get along, make small talk, find common ground – but what we each want out of life doesn’t ever connect in any viable means. The mother I… Read More
I sat in the bustling sanctuary yesterday, in the moments before Easter service would begin and we would all shake hands and declare, He is risen! He is risen indeed! And I did, as I think I’ve been taught in a lifetime of Easter mornings,… Read More
The Frozen Moon 