Message in a Bottle

My mom would have been 60 today. I wouldn’t have remembered if emails and phone calls hadn’t drifted across the deep, blue, Atlantic ocean and reminded me. Sixty. That means she was 25 when she had me. The same age I was when I got married. When I hung up...
He sees Me

He sees Me

Whether I’m hiding behind my kids or not. Whether I’m tired, wraggedy, or manic. He sees me. Not my undone laundry or my messy house. Not my mismatched curtains or my futon with the chocolate milk stains. He sees me. Beyond the color of my hair or the size...
The obligatory pumpkin patch pics

Your oxygen mask comes first

I was three when I took my first international flight. I was 18 when I did my first international trip solo. I don’t know about you, but that was the last time I paid attention to the in-flight safety instructions. Since then I have lost count of the number of...

Prince Charming’s Not a Fairytale; He’s a Myth

When my husband grabs our sons amidst shrieks of delight and tackles them with love and outlandish wrestling maneuvers en route to bed my heart wants to jump out of my body and do the happy dance. He is their hero. I love that they get that. But he was mine first,...