It starts with a seed. On the final stretch home after an early evening of running errands, Alex (who is normally quiet and distracted by books or action figures while we drive) tells me about the life cycle of pumpkins. From seeds to Jack-o-Lanterns? I… Read More
Hi, You don’t know me, we have not met. I have my undergrad in Communication Arts and my MFA in Creative Writing. I have been published in literary magazines and nationwide, but I don’t find nearly enough time for it these days. I have been… Read More
I woke up this morning to the sounds of my eight year old going through his morning routine. He lets out the dog, gets her breakfast and water, lets her back in, feeds her, crates her again or sends her back outside. He pulls down… Read More
My twenty-two month old is in my bedroom, standing barefoot in a mess of her own making, squealing in gibberish. With her just-woke-up-from-a-nap hair and the smudges of cereal bar on her cheeks, she looks like a homeless, uncared for, disaster. Oh, but, her smile.… Read More
I lost it last night. Lost. It. Over so, so much dog poop on my floor, and teeth that should have been brushed already and a game of Go Fish cut short by the minutes ticking too quickly to bedtime and a six year old… Read More
It’s December and I’m looking back. It has always been a month of retrospection for me. It is the finality of closing a year, of looking back over what the months have brought. It is the Christmas season and all of the tradition and nostalgia… Read More
Our first was small, adorned with only the small red bows that the store had already tied to its tiny branches. We set on our hand-me-down coffee table and opened stockings on Christmas morning, cross-legged on the floor. Lights and ornaments came. Trees, life-sized ones,… Read More
Let me just start by saying, I don’t even know where to begin. In some ways, it’s as simple as this: a birthday cake. It’s as simple as deciding between store bought and homemade. Both will get the job done, one is tried and true… Read More
In first few hours of my life post-wedding season, I have ‘eaten’ no less than a dozen Play-Doh creations, refereed four fights, one of which escalated to tears and Lila eventually heading into the longest time-out ever, after shouting that she’s not listening to me… Read More
I dropped Alex and Lila off on the bus this morning and remembered this day, All Saints Day, six years earlier. As the bus pulled around the corner and lurched to a stop, I remembered driving right where stood, in the same silvery morning light,… Read More
The Frozen Moon 