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
Out with friends the other night, we quickly found ourselves discussing parenting. Because, when you’re a mom, even a mom who is going out to unwind with her bestest of friends, your kids are with you. Everywhere. Even in Mexican restaurants with spinach queso dips… 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
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
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 came home last night from a long day of playing dress-up. It was a writer’s-stylized photo shoot and I was made up to look, well, not quite like myself. Mutant alien caterpillars on my lashes, dark eyes, Vasoline on my brows. Not my usual,… Read More
They are all around me: people signing up for road races, joining gyms, people deciding to “be the change they want to see.” People are pouring out every bottle of alcohol or ridding their cabinets of anything “white” or “processed” or deemed unhealthy on the… Read More
The Frozen Moon 