When I first started this website four years ago, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. Truthfully, I’m not sure that I’m any closer to knowing what I’m doing today than I was back then. But whatever. I knew I wanted to write. But about what? All I…
Last fall while I was out for a walk, I passed a young mom on the street. When I first saw her from a half a block away, I thought about how lovely it must be to be out for a mid-afternoon walk on a warm and sunny afternoon. As…
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 soccer, for instance. But one thing I don’t regret, however, is the excessive photo taking—and photo sharing—during my son’s first year. Though I’m no shutterbug by…
Author’s Note: This essay was written more than a year ago, the situation described happened over two years ago, and since then the scars have continued to fade. It is a long process, but I have found the road to healing and is filled with love and light. If you…
Soak it up, the radio DJ told me yesterday afternoon while I drove home after dropping Teddy off at school. The weather was warm and lovely and delicious, a rare treat for November in Chicago. Soak it up, she said. We’ll miss this weather in a few months. After I pulled…
Last night, Teddy announced that he had made me a really awesome card for Valentine’s Day. “At school,” he clarified. “I made a really awesome Valentine’s Day card for you at school.” “You did?” I said. “That’s great. Way to plan ahead.” “Oh wait,” he said, beaming. “Mudder’s Day. I…