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
The words we speak become the house we live in. – Hafiz I’ve been staring at the quote for twenty minutes now. The cursor is blinking, blinking, blinking… …blinking. And I’m not sure where to begin. Long story short, it’s time to move houses. Both,… Read More
Lately, Evaline has been coming to my bed in the morning hours and curling up as close as possible to me. This morning, she bumped her forehead against mine and told me, as she does every morning, I love you too, Mama. I hadn’t said a… Read More
Twelve years ago, we were new. Seemingly everyone in our world was, too. We spent our summer months in churches, on open lawns, in function halls. It was the season of new lives, of two becoming one, of buying flatware and woks from gift registries. I was twenty-two,… Read More
I find it increasingly fitting that as our school year unravels like a sweater with a loose thread, my children have become (much later than their peers) obsessed with the movie Frozen, and in particular, the anthem: Let It Go! Because, oh, we’re gone. I… Read More
I’ve decided that there are few crueler things you can do to a woman who suffers from (mild?) misophonia, than give her nine year old son a palate expander. Unless, you want to give her son a palate expander at the same time that her seven… Read More
I’ve been thinking about tattoos. Not in the way that I did as an eighteen year old, wandering Hampton beach, daydreaming about a butterfly or an ink anklet of flowers – but as a nearly thirty-five year old mom, writer, photographer, wife, domestically average cleaner,… Read More
My daughters do it, naturally. My sons too. On long walks, in parking lots, while running across a playground, during tense scenes in a movie, while sitting beside me in church, while jumping up and down, while passing through the automatic doors of Walmart. It’s a… Read More
This morning, Evaline broke a bowl, split it down the middle in two while attempting to refill it with Goldfish. Lila held the pieces together and announced she could fix it. But, you’ll still see the crack, she said, showing me the damage. It was… Read More
The Frozen Moon 