Tomorrow, she wants to make her own cake – pink with pink frosting and topped with either a princess, or a miniature statuette of “mama and daddy, married.” Tomorrow, she wants nothing specific for a gift, but would like to be “surprised”…perhaps with something “sparkly.”… Read More
A friend who is balancing a baby, grad school and packing for a trip across the country that leaves tomorrow, was planning on coming over this afternoon, just to visit. Coffee, chatting, babies and kids playing. Very casual. I’m still in yoga pants. Her husband… Read More
I didn’t sleep well last night. You came shuffling into our bedroom in the shadows, a half-asleep, half-awake, sniffling and confused body. You climbed into our bed and snuggled, wrapping your eight year old limbs up around my body. I turned away, you nestled closer.… Read More
On snowy Friday mornings, the blankets come out. I stir unsweetened cocoa into my black coffee and remember winter mornings from fifteen years ago, when I sat by windows and looked out at grey skies and snowflakes drifting past, and wondered. Just, wondered. This morning, the… Read More
Last week, I sat down for lunch with Alex. He was slurping a bowl of clam chowder at the table, all by himself. So, I slid onto the bench across from him and marveled aloud, You know, this is your very last week in single… Read More
I was awake at four this morning, puttering around my home, restless. Restless soul. Restless mind. Restless heart. I read the word J O Y. It was hanging up across the room from me, nudging me into the spirit of the season in holly and jolly… Read More
I want slow. I want patience, like sitting in a diner with a glass bottle of Heinz ketchup, unwilling to shake, to hurry. Just waiting. I want slow. I want quiet, like Sunday mornings, when the children are at Grandmas’ and I’m left to eggs… Read More
The first few months of Alex’s life, we were a stumbling mess of exhaustion and scattered hormonal reactions to Hallmark commercials and VH1 reality TV. Okay, when I say, “we” I mean “me.” I wasn’t prepared for the way that motherhood would slam up against… Read More
I was lost last week. Properly, truly, lost. I was in the woods, doing a shoot for a rock climbing and adventure group. We had spent the first part of the morning setting up lines and getting our bearings in the park, and so when… Read More
I’m sitting in the grey light of a Friday morning, at the tail end of a week when it has rained and monsoon like winds have gusted, shaking down the the final bursts of autumn color. It’s the tipping point of the year, the final… Read More
The Frozen Moon 