David, Goliath and the Over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder

Of lists and things

I don’t blackberry or i-Phone. I make old fashioned lists in ink. Often on my hand. Things I need to remember to do, deliver or prepare. They seem important at the time I write them down. But by the end of the day, after bathtime, bubbles, shampoo, soap and...

View from a toilet seat

I think I have mentioned before that my littlest boy, Micah, and I love to pretzel. In the predawn darkness we snuggle it out in mommy and daddy’s bed after he wakes up.  When I have to quit the warm comfort of the bed and get ready for the day, he comes with...

Making time to eat

Parenting is hands on. Many other hands. On you. Washing dishes while dodging grabs and lunges at your knees is not easy.  Cooking with child on hip is tricky juggling of the highest order. Navigating obstacle courses of toys en route to the fridge and bottle of...

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...