Because it’s been a bit of a tradition for me to sit down and reflect and write about our marriage each year on our anniversary, I’m here, at not quite seven in the morning, remembering that thirteen years ago, at this hour of thin yellowish… Read More
I survived the long winter by breathing slowly. One morning, I stood in the yard with a mug of coffee and my husband, snow falling and Dharma bouncing in and out of fluffy white piles, and I breathed. I counted the beats of my heart.… Read More
For dessert, we ate whipped cream and angel food cake and summer berries. Asher dipped his head down and licked the plate, as though a contestant in a no-hands-allowed pie eating contest. The little girls each carried their emptied plates to me in the kitchen,… Read More
Lint happens. This is the takeaway that played over and over in my mind as we drove home from our annual trip to the circus last week. For the first time, we were front and center, just inches from the acts. We were in reach-out-and-touch-the-pony-as-it-passes… Read More
The mother I am, and the woman I am are not always compatible. Sure, we can manage to get along, make small talk, find common ground – but what we each want out of life doesn’t ever connect in any viable means. The mother I… Read More
I sat in the bustling sanctuary yesterday, in the moments before Easter service would begin and we would all shake hands and declare, He is risen! He is risen indeed! And I did, as I think I’ve been taught in a lifetime of Easter mornings,… Read More
Tomorrow, she wants to make her own cake – pink with pink frosting and topped with either a princess, or a miniature statuette of “mama and daddy, married.” Tomorrow, she wants nothing specific for a gift, but would like to be “surprised”…perhaps with something “sparkly.”… Read More
A friend who is balancing a baby, grad school and packing for a trip across the country that leaves tomorrow, was planning on coming over this afternoon, just to visit. Coffee, chatting, babies and kids playing. Very casual. I’m still in yoga pants. Her husband… Read More
On snowy Friday mornings, the blankets come out. I stir unsweetened cocoa into my black coffee and remember winter mornings from fifteen years ago, when I sat by windows and looked out at grey skies and snowflakes drifting past, and wondered. Just, wondered. This morning, the… Read More
Last week, I sat down for lunch with Alex. He was slurping a bowl of clam chowder at the table, all by himself. So, I slid onto the bench across from him and marveled aloud, You know, this is your very last week in single… Read More
The Frozen Moon 