Eighteen years passes so very quickly.
Spring Fling
We don’t allow them enough freedom. We hover, helicopter-like.
My Mother’s Apron
There are many ways in which I would like to improve the look of my body.
Swim Season Terror
A successful day at the pool requires a few things.
Leaving My Context
These kids know me and I know them right back, start to finish.
Love Like a Niagra
In that moment, my love for her which has been tried and tested is like a Niagara flowing powerfully, freely.
Schooled
Trust me, there is a part of me (a big part) that loves seeing and being seen but after a few too many over committed weekends there is also a part of me that wants to hunker down on the farm, stay in my giving-up-on-life pants until 2 p.m. and make entire cities out of cardboard boxes with Lucille.
After the Glitter
The first seven years of our family’s story weren’t perfect – god knows – and they weren’t easy. I had no idea how large the struggle to attach with a traumatized toddler could be.
The Real Magic
But I nailed the timing this spring break. My sons are 8 and 10—straddling the divide between magic and reality. They can walk all day, carry their own stuff and are generally willing to wait for something they want.
Tiger Mama
I had a long list of places I wanted to see. I wanted my passport filled with stamps, my bones tired from bumpy bus rides on backwood roads in some distant place. But it didn’t turn out that way. The pull to stay with my family, and in my place, was so great that the best I could do was go to graduate school across the country in Oregon.