I remember morning light through thin curtains, through thick glass window panes, and shimmering off the water outside. I remember the sound of the lake lapping upon the shining sand, the low moans of the old dock, creaking. I remember eggs and bacon and beans. I remember ketchup and hot… Read More
I’m totally not cut out for it. A friend says to me, over the modern version of getting together for coffee, Facebook messaging. She’s typing, in her kitchen (I imagine) and tells me that she has two children on her body in some way or… Read More
The kids and I talk about kindness over breakfast. We talk about what it means to be gentle, to be fair, to be tender, even when the world is not. We talk about the importance of words, practicing peaceful language, loving language, we talk about… 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
My three year old totters in and out of my bedroom, clutching a brightly colored bike helmet that’s designed to look like a trippy LSD/anime inspired unicorn’s head. She puts it down on the floor in front of me, pets it’s blue-green mane and then ever… Read More
Once upon a lifetime ago, I received an acceptance letter to an MFA program and a positive pregnancy test in the same week. I was overwhelmed in the moment, not with anxiety, but with excitement. How cool, to one day be able to tell my children that… 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
I was trying on outfits in a dressing room last night and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, between hanging one top back up and picking up the next. No shower. Long day of errands and shooting and driving three-plus hours all over… Read More
There was a moment yesterday where I wondered if they had broken me. There was a paint fiasco. No, fiasco is too light of a word. It was a paint disaster, a debacle, a nightmare, a horror show, a massacre. There was paint, everywhere. EVERY… Read More
Dear Beginning of the School Year Melanie, You think you’re ready. You’ve prepped yourself by reading homeschool blogs, talking to homeschool moms, buying subscriptions to online education sites, printables sites, buying enough books and curriculum to serve an entire classroom of children, more than enough for… Read More
The Frozen Moon 