So, do you learn how to relate to them? She meant kids, as they grow. Like, is it a natural thing, to relate to your child as s/he goes through every awkward, annoying, emotional, dramatic, temporary stage? She asked after Alex came over with a… Read More
We wake up in the morning, every morning, to a mad dash. Squirt mustard on bread, start coffee, fumble through the deli drawer for lunch meat, fight with plastic wrapping around the box of juice boxes, find lunch boxes, see incomplete homework on the table… Read More
I was wrapping up a newborn session, positioning a two week old baby boy into the arms of his family’s eighty-seven year old patriarch. I was watching for the light from the windows behind them, turning their bodies to catch it, just so. So that… 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
I have not yet done a thing to prep for Easter morning. No plastic eggs. No baskets. No ribbons. No tangled mounds of grass. No piles of jelly beans and Cadbury goodies. Nada. Our routine (and with four kids, I use the word ‘routine’ very… Read More
Psst. You. You there with the red equality profile picture on Facebook and your snappy status updates about gay marriage and other folks being on the wrong side of history. I love you. And, hey, you too, quietly watching the courts and wondering when the government… 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
Best friends are the ones you play with the most, I overhear Lila explaining to Asher over bowls of Cheerios this morning. I love kindergarten simplicity. I love that sharing a snack or playing beside someone in the toy kitchen at school somehow transforms your… Read More
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
The Frozen Moon 