This moment, when he is small and sweet and loves his mama more than anyone else, is but a flash.
I Write My Own Obituary
She wrote and rewrote this obituary a few times a year as a tool to examine her life, to feel grateful, and to remember what mattered.
I Thought I Could Go Back To Life As It Was Before Kids
I want to describe it to him, to give it form—the smelly, ridiculous, beautiful moment when I knew: I will never be the same.
I’ll Be Alright Without You
For the time that my life has intertwined with theirs, I've been convincing them that they'll be all right without me.
The Tiny Shoes Remind Me Of How Good I’ve Got It
There’s something about the ability to move freely, to think freely, that conjures the realization of how preciously wonderful it is to take care of small children.