We’re sitting at the table, surrounded by a morning’s worth of Valentine craft scraps. Alex is in the middle, tapping his pencil ferociously, fidgeting his feet, shaking his head. I’ve asked him to write neatly. To copy sentences, instructions really. He is writing, over and… Read More
We are embracing a snow day today. Not because the commute from our bedrooms to the kitchen (where we do our school work) is treacherous, but because it has been a long winter and I, in my full and busy life, am breaking. Imperceptible splinters,… Read More
I’ve never read any of the other blogs out there about what happens to moms when they stop yelling at their kids. I’ve seen them, friends have shared them on my news feed plenty. I’ve just never been the sort of person who likes to… Read More
Ugsome. The word of the day arrives in my inbox, just as I sit down here to write about how my son threw up last night, and winter won’t end, and how completely bedraggled and exhausted I look and feel lately. Ugsome: to cause fear,… Read More
I think somewhere in my eagerness to begin homeschooling, I had created a vision in my mind that reality has failed to live up to. Now that we’re about half a year in, I’m starting to bend and make way for the reality that this… Read More
I laid in bed last night, questioning everything. Every. Thing. Lila’s favorite stuffed animal spent the night in our outdoor garbage, officially (officially, officially, like, I’m not kidding, Lila, this is it, end of the road, I’m NOT going to change my mind and bring… Read More
Turbo TV is on in the background. My kids are having friends over and are up late on a school-night, watching television. I hear a character announce himself, defiantly, I am the fastest on this planet! In a world of racing snails and aliens (seriously,… Read More
Dear Lila, Yesterday, you curled on the couch and covered your head with pillows while the rest of us began school. I did not yell. Yesterday, your ears turned deaf when I gently asked you to come to the table. Your weight shifted on the… Read More
From this spot in my bedroom, I see the Lake of Laundry at the foot of the bed, swelling after a week of wash, dry, and dump into a heap before repeating the cycle, before running out the door to our next great adventure. From… Read More
This will pass. This will pass. This will pass. This will…can you PLEASE just do what I’ve asked without being disrespectful to me or annoying to your siblings? …pass. This will pass. It has to. I’m telling myself this as I load the dishwasher, with… Read More
The Frozen Moon 