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
{From the blog archives as my first baby, my little boss, my favorite Alexander ever, approaches his eighth birthday.} What I remember most is sleeping. A thick, warm slumber, like being cozied in a cocoon. Three in the morning, the tender touch of my husbands… Read More
Oh Christmas. How have I let it come to this? I, who am fully aware of your true meaning, of the beauty and simplicity in the small things, the wonder and magic and warmth of the season. I who knows full well that I need… Read More
Let me just start by saying, I don’t even know where to begin. In some ways, it’s as simple as this: a birthday cake. It’s as simple as deciding between store bought and homemade. Both will get the job done, one is tried and true… Read More
I saw my ribs the other day. Not that they haven’t been there all along, but it’s November and I haven’t really even looked at myself since May. I saw them in a quick moment before hopping in the shower and, for some reason, I… Read More
I haven’t written much lately, in part, because of the the repetitive nature of my life (feed, clean, change diaper, stand at the counter and work, sit on the bed and work, wash something, referee arguments over who gets the strawberry flavored Chapstick and who gets the… Read More
Writers need readers and it’s a pleasure to introduce readers to good writing. And so when Amanda at Hill + Pen invited me to participate in a blog-swap around the theme of the new school year, I thought she was kind of a genius. Amanda is… Read More
I sing it to the tune of Edelweiss, the tinkering melody that plays when I open my jewelry box. I sing it when she is in my arms and struggling to settle quietly down to rest. Everything beyond her name is part nonsense, part subject to… Read More
The grace of God surpasses our politics. Somewhere, hovering over the mess of this bumper-sticker, my-guy-is-better (or at least less evil) than your guy, mudslinging, irritating, land of a thousand billboards season, there is peace. At least, this is what I’m telling myself this morning,… Read More
In the car yesterday, as Vinnie drove, I stared out at the side view mirror. Specifically, I stared at my upper arms, my shoulders, my obnoxious little underarm chub (that every tank top puts on prominent display) and if I turned my head just-so and tilted it… Read More
The Frozen Moon 