It rained this morning (story of the this summer, I’m afraid.) Lila came in from the street, where I called her back from circling the brown murky puddles. Don’t go jumping in the puddles today, please. I said to her. But I’m not. I’m just… Read More
Perhaps it’s the general mellow I am still floating through today after three nights away from my children, but I haven’t needed to raise my voice at my children at all today. Not as Lila refused to be obedient and huffed and puffed at me… Read More
My son is walking from room to room (in our teeny-tiny-too-small-for-a-family-of-six house) making a buzzing, humming sort of sound. You know that sound that light sabers make when they’re not actively clashing against one another. That super annoying, almost bug zapper like sound? Yes. That.… Read More
My grandfather passed this morning. He was my mother’s father and when she called, she was careful to make sure that I wasn’t working or with a client, so as to not have me get upset while out in public, on the job. She told… Read More
Alex took a spill last week and has been carefully inspecting his scrapes, turned scabs, for the past several days. Yesterday, he pointed out that the scab itself is peeling back, but that the skin beneath is still bumpy. I showed him my own elbow,… Read More
It’s Mother’s Day weekend and I don’t want to do sappy, tear-jerky, Hallmark card worthy tribute to how beautiful and trans-formative Motherhood is. Not that it isn’t. Because it is. I just really want to send a big High-Five out to all of my fellow mother-in-the-trenches out… Read More
Evaline watched out the window this afternoon as her siblings played in the yard, and by played, I mean, fought against the biting wind to whip sticks and deflated plastic balls to one another. Not happening, Evie, sorry babe. Not one to be deterred, Evie… Read More
To counterbalance some of the sappiness of yesterday’s post about how quickly children grow and how I’m a giant mush-ball just wishing they could linger here in my arms forever as sweetly resting babies, a top ten of sorts. A for-the-love-of-finishing-a-cup-of-coffee-before-it-is-cold list of things to look forward to… Read More
I’m baking a Funfetti cake for Evaline’s 2nd birthday. I set the timer for five minutes. In five minutes, because our house is uneven, I will open the oven and spin the cake then set the timer again to remind myself to spin it back,… Read More
We talk about variety, the good and the bad, the healthy and the less healthy. We talk about why fresh is better than processed, about what makes the soft light-as-air slices of packaged bread different from the denser loaves with sharper crusts and chewy insides… Read More
The Frozen Moon 