This year love looks like countless hours, countless miles in the van between home and hospital. This year love looks like clear, plastic bins of baby clothespreserved or passed on,no longer needed. This year love looks like tiny scratches covering my breasts,a bloody map of her appetitefor milk and mothering. This year love looks like a bouquet of … Continue reading Five Trash Bags
HELLO to everyone visiting from Coffee + Crumbs today! I'm so psyched to have them share my piece, "Lifting the Lonely," up on the blog, and I'm pleased as punch that you found me. Do you ever do this? Sometimes I make plans for folks to visit (ok, this happened a lot more often pre-Covid, … Continue reading Welcome!
*Not my bathroom. You can tell because it's clean. Ooooooooboy, we do a LOT of bathroom talk around here these days. My oldest, Ella, is incredibly private, so we were not prepared for the middle kiddo, Audrey, to talk about her bodily functions basically nonstop and with great glee. She made up a song about … Continue reading Bathroom Talk
Do you ever just lose track of time? I’ll be sitting on the couch playing the Wordle archive and suddenly realize it’s after 6pm and I haven’t started the kids’ dinner yet. Or my husband and I will be laughing about something hilarious our toddler did, and we can’t remember if it was this morning … Continue reading An Extra Year
Confession: I hate winter. Ok, that’s not quite right. I don’t hate winter. I love seeing tracks in the snow, or hawks in the bare branches of the trees. I love the sound of crunching under my feet and the scritch of squirrels on frozen bark. I love winter food and winter clothing (SWEATERS, am … Continue reading Confession Time
