I’ve been thinking a lot about this intersection: being home with my two daughters right now and the fact that for the first time in the history of this country a woman may become its president. H. was born in Chile, a country that is hardly free … Continue reading
A blueberry bagel for you, Bluberri. The long dress and its navy stripes and the picture I have of us in it. Hearts, so many of them this week. I’ve found them all, I promise. Your sisters in the morning. … Continue reading
This may be the best parenting advice I’ve received since V. was born, from a mother of three: “Just let shit go… it’s ok. It will get done. Sleep!!!! Enjoy your baby.” I’ve thought of it when the clutter, literal and … Continue reading
We are on the cusp. Each of us. The baby inside, due to be born though she is already our second daughter. H., due to become a big sister though she already hugs, talks to, feeds, and plays music for the baby. Ryan … Continue reading
We have some snow here in the East. As it began to fall on Friday, the streets became so quiet that a plane going by overhead, one of the last before the brunt of the storm, roared louder than I’ve heard since we moved in last … Continue reading