Dear Lila, Yesterday, you curled on the couch and covered your head with pillows while the rest of us began school. I did not yell. Yesterday, your ears turned deaf when I gently asked you to come to the table. Your weight shifted on the… 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
It’s December and I’m looking back. It has always been a month of retrospection for me. It is the finality of closing a year, of looking back over what the months have brought. It is the Christmas season and all of the tradition and nostalgia… Read More
Because it is. This is the response I received from my two year old when I asked why he wasn’t wearing any pants. Grammatical errors aside, the boy makes a point. And he was parroting the most common I’m-in-the-middle-of-something-and-don’t-have-time-to-explain-my-reasoning-to-you response that I give offhanded to… Read More
Lila is in her bedroom, twirling her fingers through the mop of hair on one of her dolls. I’m holding my teething nine month old and peeking in on her, sitting on the floor, surrounded by piles of ribbons, beads and plastic hair clips. The… Read More
The Frozen Moon 