A living, breathing, blueprint

A living, breathing, blueprint

Remember this ghoulish fall that I took? I never went to the doctor afterward. To the horror of my MD sister-in-law I never got it checked out. I never got an x-ray. Instead, I got on a plane 2 days later headed to a conference. And believe me, I wish I could have...
A living, breathing, blueprint

Open arms, ready or not

Some days life comes at you in a fast, blurry, haze. You have to take a step back before it knocks you down. You adjust your focus and still can’t quite see things clearly. All you know for sure is that motherhood is a series of meals half eaten but never while...

(Thankfully) His house is bigger than mine

Remember those “word association” games? When someone says a word and you say the first thing that comes into your mind. For example, if I say “peanut butter.” You’d probably say, “jelly.” (Unless you’re British or South African, in which case you’d probably say jam....

Relearning ourselves

We slip out of our parent skins for a few hours and run away to remember who we are. Apart from the potty training and pull ups, we find each other again in the dark car, the one without the car seats. It’s still early for most, but late for us and we stifle yawns and...
A living, breathing, blueprint

Sometimes sleep deprivation is a good thing

This boy. We should have named this boy Houdini. All last week he escaped his crib in the pitch black dark of his bedroom, over the side rail and via the changing table, dropping fearless down to the floor. At 2am he greets me nose-to-nose, eyeball-to-eyeball over the...