Hard things
I just purged my house, nesting, frenetically sorting through every closet, every drawer, to remove all that we don’t need. And now I am buying more.
Category: People
My worst day as a mom
He was my first baby – now thirteen months old. His hair was brown, his eyes were striking, his grin was quick. I thought he was perfect.
Ever after
I wrote this piece many weeks ago, about living as a foster parent and a woman. Now at last I am young enough to share it.
Why I live in this community
I know and love so many people. I cannot go to town without meeting people I know – all the folks I love walking the sidewalks and store aisles alongside me.
PS
Last night, I sat next to my father through a benefit auction. My kids scrambled and talked and fought around us. While I was turned toward my dad, my daughter fell off the chair on the other side of me…
To mommies everywhere
Sometimes all your ideals fly out the window because it’s two a.m. and your baby will not settle, and you’ve already been out of bed six times, trying to shush her before she wakes her brother, but now it’s too late because he’s fussing too. And his bed is wet.