I answered the phone because the caller ID said it was my husband. On the line though was a female voice, laughing and asking me if I wouldn’t mind confirming something Vinnie had told her. It was his coworker and they were apparently in a… Read More
For Corinne, who so graciously gave me fodder for procrastination today in the form of eleven questions. 1. when you think of childhood, what comes to mind? Grass stains, street lights at dusk, the smell of my mother’s spaghetti sauce when I walk through the… Read More
Our house is small. We are not Little House on the Prairie, kids and parents all in one bedroom type small, but we are close. And so, as with most small spaces, sounds carry, voices carry, the hushed conspiratorial whispers of my children plotting their… Read More
It’s the season of wistfulness, of light lingering past the children’s bedtimes, of wilting dandelions in jelly jars on my counter top and evening baths to wash away the fine silt of a day spent outdoors. It’s the season of things to come – summer… Read More
We were leaving the grocery store and I was that woman with the three small children draping themselves over the sides of the carriage, arms flailing, heads tilting back, wild cries belting up to the heartless, cloudy skies. Pulling up to the van to unload… Read More
Who doesn’t love a clean house with well behaved children? And who doesn’t love to always see the scale numbers go down or to always have the perfect wise or witty remark to garner fifty likes and comments on their facebook page? Who doesn’t love… Read More
Goodness isn’t a lofty goal or perfection. It doesn’t come from a counter-top well cleaned or a cake well baked. It isn’t in a corner office or in a church pew. It isn’t eloquence or poetry or a book well written. It isn’t art or… Read More
(Because, I am always nostalgic as I approach my children’s birthdays – a note from last year.) I have watched as the hours have passed today. 9:30 AM – I was walking. My first mile after months of being told not to push myself. Just… Read More
I think I have read (and/or written) about a hundred status updates or blog posts about the joys of motherhood – the amazing moments right after delivery when the world slows down to the beating of your baby’s heartbeat on your chest, her small breaths… Read More
Last night, I stared up at the ceiling of a salon and imagined an expanse of stars spreading out like a blanket over the ocean sky. Tonight, I scraped ricotta and marinara from Evaline’s dinner tray and thought of the nights ahead of me without… Read More
The Frozen Moon 