Fumbling Around Together
A few years ago, I wrote an essay about smashing windows. Not actual windows. But the figurative windows that distort the ways that I…
In Defense of Wandering
“What am I doing?” I stand in the middle of the kitchen and ask this question aloud, even though there is no one…
Dear Friend…
Author’s Note: I have had a version of this post – originally an essay – on my computer for weeks. While I worked to…
Gratitude, Giving, and a Giveaway
We’re moving into the season of the two G’s — gratitude and giving — and I recently read two articles that, separately, talked about…
A Mosaic of Shared Memories: The Story of a Well-Loved Crib
I am not an overly sentimental person. Emotional? Yes. Dramatic. You bet. But sentimental? Not particularly. I didn’t keep a pregnancy journal. I don’t…
Why I Don’t Regret Taking All Those Baby Photos
I have a list of parenting regrets about a mile long. Wasting money on an expensive rocking chair and signing my three-year-old up for…