She’s weepy when she’s feverish or anxious. This bold daughter of mine, she lets down her walls as her eyes brim and her small body leans in for reassurance in our arms. This holiday break was a game of viral dominos, of falling pieces, the… Read More
Subtitle for this would have to be: I Didn’t Expect to Have a Mini-Stroke at 42 What’s funny is that I have another post already titled the same, but it’s about something in my past that feels so completely irrelevant and unimportant now, given how… Read More
My twelve year old stayed up late with us last night, and then was a little afraid after the show that we watched. We made room for him to snuggle into bed with us. (Okay, I just snuggled him, while my husband slept with his… Read More
It starts as such a small thing. Something like a seed caught between teeth, within a tooth, cracking through the enamel. I’m forty with four children and, now, of all of the times, in the midst of a pandemic in which the world has shuttered… Read More
It is well with my soul – this hymn has been vibrating in my heart over the past few days, on long walks, as I unload the dishwasher, now, as I sit on my bed, surrounded by laundry. Even in uncertain times (though aren’t most… Read More
It’s April and our yard is sodden and swampy at the base of the hill. The kids ride their bikes down it, splattering mud from their wheels. It was sunny for Easter, but the rain and wind were back yesterday, keeping me awake after midnight… Read More
Today, I woke up. After what has felt like so many days of the unknown, now we know. It’s here and it is going to burn through our country as it has others, match tip to match tip, a flame reshaping the landscape of our… Read More
March 24, 2020 You’d never know that the world is at a standstill that we’re all in the discomfort of change, that each house with children on our block is suddenly louder and messier, each thrown into this disorganized Tuesday (is it Tuesday? was St.… Read More
Wednesday A month ago, on a dull February morning, Evaline flittered into my bedroom, twirling as though wearing a flowing dress and not mismatched leggings and a hooded fleece, her little arms spread wide as she delivered to me a sheet of paper with drawings… Read More
When I do sleep, my dreams are vivid – omens with oceans washing over me, or waiting for me, splashing at my feet as I maneuver wobbly obstacle courses above. They are the untangling of my daily life, in a maze of walls, a crooked… Read More
The Frozen Moon 