There are plenty of things I’d like to forget. The signs on the wall in the maternity ward. “Have you traveled to China in the last three weeks? Please see a nurse.” As if this one question zeroes in on all possible risk, as if anyone in this local hospital can do a damn thing … Continue reading I Hope You Remember

*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

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