I was approaching eight months pregnant and on the treadmill at my parents house. I had turned the TV in their living room enough so that I could see it in the next room, where I jogged/walked with my watermelon of a belly. This was… Read More
Perhaps it’s the general mellow I am still floating through today after three nights away from my children, but I haven’t needed to raise my voice at my children at all today. Not as Lila refused to be obedient and huffed and puffed at me… Read More
I lost it last night. Lost. It. Over so, so much dog poop on my floor, and teeth that should have been brushed already and a game of Go Fish cut short by the minutes ticking too quickly to bedtime and a six year old… Read More
Just. It’s a word that has its place. For example: I just had a salad for dinner, so I’m still hungry. It suggests only, or small, or weak. It suggests lacking. And so I’m finding myself a little confused as to why it has been… Read More
The Frozen Moon 