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...

On bringing the real sexy back

A lunch date in the middle of the afternoon because we miss each other between the legos and basketball hoop and constant demands to give all of us to all of them. Conversations where he listens until I feel fully heard. Cross-pollinating our days with stolen moments...
Note to self: how to not treat the husband

Note to self: how to not treat the husband

I had an illuminating trip with Peter a couple weeks ago. This is Peter. He is my husband of 11 years and 2 baby boys. It started at 4:30 am with a taxi ride to the airport, followed by several sausage biscuits, cini-minis and a super size coca-cola. Disgusting? Yes....

Love me a man who

Love me a man who has some baseball-mitt sized hands. Love me a man who knows more about my homeland than I do. Love me a man who loves him our boys. Love me a man who sees heaven in a cinnabon, a Sunday afternoon nap, and me without my make up. OK, your...