It’s Mother’s Day weekend and I don’t want to do sappy, tear-jerky, Hallmark card worthy tribute to how beautiful and trans-formative Motherhood is. Not that it isn’t. Because it is. I just really want to send a big High-Five out to all of my fellow mother-in-the-trenches out… Read More
I post about my failings and flaws often. I post about losing my temper with my children, about not folding the laundry, about my imperfect parenting and all the ways I fail that everyone can comfortably relate to. You see, it’s easy to fail when… Read More
Lila runs in, a small scratch on her cheek, tiny crimson beads appearing like a misplaced smile and cutting across the dirt on her skin. It’s close to dinnertime, so I send her to the bath. It’s just a little scrape, but after an afternoon… Read More
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
It all started with Asher, peeing his pants. With Evie scooped up in my arms and my foot already out the front door, Asher came running behind me, soaked through his the-button-on-these-pants-is-too-hard jeans. The bus that brings Lila home from kindergarten (and takes her back… 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
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
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
The Frozen Moon 