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
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
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
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’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
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
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
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
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
