My youngest daughter and her best friend are playing intermittently with a recorder and chattering back and forth on toy phones. They’re across the house from me, but here, we’re never far enough apart to be unheard. My sons are playing a video game with… Read More
It rained this morning (story of the this summer, I’m afraid.) Lila came in from the street, where I called her back from circling the brown murky puddles. Don’t go jumping in the puddles today, please. I said to her. But I’m not. I’m just… 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
Alex took a spill last week and has been carefully inspecting his scrapes, turned scabs, for the past several days. Yesterday, he pointed out that the scab itself is peeling back, but that the skin beneath is still bumpy. I showed him my own elbow,… Read More
Lila runs in, a small scratch on her cheek, tiny crimson beads appearing like a misplaced smile and cutting across the dirt on her skin. It’s close to dinnertime, so I send her to the bath. It’s just a little scrape, but after an afternoon… Read More
I’m remembering back to the terrible twos (when I wrote this) and then to the time when everyone told me, Oh, three is WAY worse than two. Then it was, Oh, no, no. It’s FOUR that will get you. Followed by, Five is where the growing… Read More
The Frozen Moon 