Saturday solo parenting. A birthday party at the science museum. Pizza, chocolate cake, kids running jumping climbing. No naps. Traffic. Killing time naming flowers in the yard: dandelion, lilac, violet. Later a 40th birthday party for one of my best … Continue reading
Did I really write a post called Kill Your TV? I think I just meant kill your cable and stream your favorite shows. I’m rewatching the last season of Girls and I love it so much and I feel like I’m … Continue reading
It feels a little amazing to be making my 100th consecutive post. I feel like I should have something good to say. But the day went in a thousand directions. Then I went out to dinner to celebrate a best … Continue reading
This post has been in the works for over two weeks, eked out in bits of stolen time, back-burnered by the bigger priorities of mothering, essay writing, and paid freelance projects. This morning I set up my toddler with Cheerios … Continue reading
Today is the first time I’ve voted as a mother. My daughter was on my hip and we bent over the ballot together. Always let your voice be heard, my girl.
Sometimes you don’t even realize how excited you are about something until you find out it isn’t going to happen. When I got the disappointing news, I reached for potato chips. Just a handful. A salty distraction from my feelings. Mindfulness … Continue reading
Sometimes–most times–I take it all too seriously. All of it, motherhood and marriage and writing and life. Maybe I should also be working on something that doesn’t mean so much, something just for fun, maybe a romance… Except I’ve never … Continue reading
Last night my sister and her fiancé surprised us with a visit. There were piggy-back rides, ring-around-the-rosie, great conversation, and a toddler who was having so much fun she couldn’t fall asleep. Being with my sister is pure happiness. Apparently … Continue reading
Sometimes I swear in front of my little one. Today the cat chased a mole into the house, and according to Isabella’s detailed re-telling, “Mommy said, oh shit, a mole!” We were able to corral the little guy into a … Continue reading
Tonight I felt like quitting this space.
But I’m still here.