Because somedays everyone feels covered in ick

Because somedays everyone feels covered in ick

Don’t worry, this post isn’t about potty training. Or about gastro intestinal bugs. You don’t have to be a mom to relate to this post. Because some days, I think, we all feel covered in ick. There’s the slimy goopy ick of worry that I feel my feet squishing around in....
When you’re not sure what comes next

When you’re not sure what comes next

The back yard looks like a place where toy cars come to die. Fall in all its beauty is dying too. I sit outside with the baby girl in her socks and me in the sneakers that aren’t quite on properly because we rushed outside to try and catch some of the late afternoon...
On resisting the itch of social media

On resisting the itch of social media

It’s an itch. That desperate need to keep desperately checking email, twitter, Facebook. And if there’s no new news, I can scratch myself raw with all the clicking over and looking and wondering why no one’s noticing. It’s the itch that gets no real satisfaction...