I’ve been thinking a lot about time lately. And how I don’t have enough of it. Can never be on it. And as much as I try, I can’t beat it.
As the years pass, the more I want my reality to reflect, “good things take time.” The best things do – wine, stew, bread, paintings, character. Historically, my impatience…
“It’s dinner time! Sit down, sit down,” I usher my girls to the table as I shoo flies away and set down napkins and milk cups. The set-up is a bit clunky…
One of the most interesting parts of parenting has been seeking to know my child, then realizing that I’ve been merely grazing the surface…
I came home from a weeklong trip in the Smoky Mountains last Friday with not much to show for except 17 mosquito bites, jet lag, and a hodgepodge of photos…
Behind every image of a peacefully sleeping newborn in a lovely, coordinated, organic cotton onesie with a perfectly textured muslin blanket draped around her legs is a mama who’s going on her third day debating shower or sleep…
Several weeks ago, I experienced one of my actual finest moments in 32 years of life. It was a typical Monday at work…
Let me tell you about an orchid plant. My mom brought this one for Charlotte on her 5th birthday last year, fully bloomed, the color of sunshine in June…
“Why’s he holding that stick, mommy”? Comes my three-year-old’s voice from the backseat…
I’ve situated myself in a familiar place, at the table next to my front window, where I can look up and find words in the light sway of the oak branches. I’ve been here dozens of times before…
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