When being a family feels like home

The ceiling fan spins above us. Lazy but effective. It’s hot, humid, summer. And we are adrift in a big bed – the one with no frame or headboard. The one we’ve had thirteen years now. White sheets billow soft around us. Me and him. We share the sacred moment of the...

If I could, I would live in

the country and not the city. a house and not an apartment. a well weathered farm house and not a new build. upstairs not downstairs. on hard wood floors, not carpet or tiles. next to a corn field, not a lake. inland and not by the ocean (I think). OK, your...
Learning to be OK with messy days

Learning to be OK with messy days

Some days your kid spits at the preschool director. Some days your kid who is supposed to be showing off how very ready he is for preschool flings pencils instead and declares, “You bad lady!” to the woman you had hoped he’d impress. Some days you...
If you’re feeling lost

If you’re feeling lost

I feel it in my hand. Gossamer fine, delicate thread. I hold it loosely to be sure I don’t snap it. I’m following it. Spiderweb-delicate strand, it leads me; it pulls me forward. Hand-over-hand I follow. Sometimes, in deep dark black nights I can’t...
Learning to be OK with messy days

How to really enjoy other people

Interesting, isn’t it, how many of us are afraid of our bathing suits? And then there are our jeans, our noses, our dress sizes, our cooking skills, our choices about what diapers to put on our kids, whether we will make our own baby food, our kids’ behavior, our...