Nick of Time
You can’t tell from my lack of activity here, but not writing kills me. Hormones, chaos, and a careful regard for the new weight of my words have dulled my voice to a whisper. A constant hum of...
View ArticleWhite Picket Fences
My sister and I took our seats at the table in a cold, brightly lit classroom, a small pile of pillows and blankets against the wall behind us, and nine couples similarly arranged around the back of...
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Twenty Seven Reasons
27. Remember when you climbed halfway up the tallest tree in the yard to rescue Gizzy? And refused to stuff him in a pillowcase and he climbed down your back as soon as you got close to the ground? 26....
View Articleyour third letter
Thirty three years ago today, I made my way into the world. After thirty six hours of back labor, I was born sunny-side up at 7:25 in the evening, as a gentle snow fell on the city of Pontiac,...
View ArticleWhat A Difference A Year Makes
Last year, my New Year’s celebration entailed tequila, s’mores and trouble. This year, my New Year’s celebration entailed folding onesies and staring at my son. Last year, my resolutions were about...
View ArticleUnconsciously Yours
Living in a multigenerational household is interesting, to say the least. There are distinct advantages: the adult to baby ratio is three to one, there’s a nice diversity of domestic skills, and a deep...
View ArticleThe Ring Thing
So, my family got me a birth ring for Christmas. I picked it out, from Pinterest, which is probably the reason I just got it this week. It is absolutely worth the wait; I love the way it turned out. I...
View ArticleSpilled Milk
A week ago, we sat in the exam room, Jay in my arms, the doctor tapping on his laptop on a stool nearby. He turned the screen my way, and took a good, hard look at us. He asked how I’d been feeling,...
View ArticlePersonal Mythology
Last week was rough. We’re finally on the better side of setting a sleep schedule, and the disadvantage (if there ever is one) to a baby that sleeps all night is a baby that is awake all day. It’s...
View ArticleBetter
Almost four years ago, I sat on a hard wooden pew in a plain black dress, weeping as a Mormon pastor charged us to be better, not bitter in the face of tragic young death. I had no idea as I sat there...
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