Someone had spread a glorious thick carpet under my bed, so that my toes sank deep into its silvery luxury.
How those who loved you waited! Curled themselves into knots of childish longing – and then went home alone.
This summer, our family was given the gift of a photoshoot by a friend of ours who is just setting up his side gig of photography.
We do not want to be apart. For each member of our family, including him, this is the hardest part of our sacrifice. We love him, and he loves us.
After the pies are baked, they pop right out – like mini springform pans without the spring. They are the cutest ever.
Confession: I promised myself I’d never go back on WIC again – Women, Infants, and Children food and nutrition service. I used the program once before, for a foster son with special needs who lived entirely on Pediasure. He drank $10-$15 a day, and neither we nor his birth mother, to whom he was returning, […]
Today is my birthday! I’m turning thirty-eight, which is such an uncomfy number. And I’d love to hear from you.
One of my sisters-in-law and I could talk planners all day long. We exchange WhatsApp messages comparing their perks.
Thank you for your responses, public and private, to my last post – for sharing pieces of your lives. I listened.
You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
This griddle. Hm. It has seen better days, and no wonder. It’s one of our wedding gifts, from seventeen years ago today.