We sat on the patio as we had done so many times, sharing mimosas, talking over each other, admiring earrings, laughing at everything and nothing. Now the house was owned,
We sat on the patio as we had done so many times, sharing mimosas, talking over each other, admiring earrings, laughing at everything and nothing. Now the house was owned,
A couple of years ago I did a lot of thinking about hope. I obsessed over what hope was, whether it was mere optimism or wish-come-true, or if it was
A by no-means-exhaustive list of things my darling girl likes, right now: McDonald’s, swimming, putting things on her Christmas list, flippy sequin shirts, excessive body spray, being tickled, unicorns of
He’s two years old, and it feels trite and hollow to say that he’s “all boy” but he just is. He loves nothing more than tractors and his cowboy boots,
I still have the the black bottle of conditioner and the white bottle of shampoo that I took to Florida last year, when Isaiah was born. I use it sparingly,
When I get up from rocking Isaiah to sleep, the rocking chair continues for a couple of beats, knocking solidly against the floor, like a heartbeat. The-thunk, the-thunk. I like
I realized today that I have a profound responsibility to order my thoughts and my moments, that how my days unfold is, largely, up to me. Adam is out of
October is practically here, which means my baby boy is almost here, too. I know he’s not mine yet and it is so hard to not feel overwhelmingly attached, especially
Yesterday, as I was making plans with someone for the fall, she said to me, “You must be over the moon about your baby boy.” I stammered a lame response.
I want to be the kind of mom who spills over with laughter when my toddler dumps out my eyeshadow on the carpet or I find teeth marks in my