The thing about a kid’s birthday is that it is also a mother’s birthing day. The existence of your child changes you. If a mother is a river, a child is a new stone being laid in a river bed. The mother now courses differently. Sometimes we know their existence within us and never know […]
Read MoreThe weeks leading up to Christmas this year had much less magic than I had hoped for and intended. I think sometimes you can be teetering on the cusp of burnout but because you can’t burnout, you just keep re-lighting the little stub of yourself that is left to keep the fire going. Until of […]
Read MoreEleven days til Christmas. Tonight’s background noise is one child playing Metallica’s “Nothing Else Matters” on the piano and the other playing Call of Duty while talking to a friend. Thanks to our open house floor plan, these things are virtually happening side by side. This has nothing to do with that, but I will […]
Read MoreI used to feel like I knew so much more than what I feel I know now. Now, I know pieces. I know my instinct, my intuition, my gut. I know what I’ve heard. I know what I feel. I know what other people think and what they feel about what I think. But what […]
Read MoreI don’t know what to write anymore. Or when. Or how. How many birthdays and new years have I promised myself I’d spend the next year writing again? I feel like I write the same 4 things over and over. I feel like I’m tired of my own voice, my own thoughts. I’m tired of […]
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