The first piece of devastating news comes via email on a nondescript afternoon. Afterward, I sit in a blue chair in my living room staring out the window in disbelieving shock for I’m not sure how long. How could this… Continue Reading
Somewhere around the time Phin, our second child, turned 2, the sky became bluer, the air cleaner, my step surer, and connections in my brain sharper. The same thing happened around the time Asher, our third, turned two years old as… Continue Reading
Within the last month, I was invited to three (not one, not two – but three ) of the exact same brand’s adorable but expensive hosted-at-home jewelry parties. The accessories are trendy and cute, but a little on the… Continue Reading
My friend Becca and I have a long history. We grew up in the same church. She went to Chris’ alma mater. She lived with us the summer after Chris’ brain surgery as a DC intern, back when… Continue Reading
The other day I sent a very organized and system-y friend a voicemail asking if she’d teach me how to manage my increasingly unwieldy email account. It’s always growing and I can’t keep up. I had already declared email… Continue Reading
My littlest one, Vivienne, a strong-willed four-year-old, sat on the potty in the bathroom. She grunted. She sang. She read wordless board books. And then, she started to cry. All morning Viv had squirmed awkwardly while playing, laid her head… Continue Reading
I don’t know why it takes so long for three women in one neighborhood to find one evening where we all can meet; but it felt like the night came after a year of us saying, “Let’s get together soon!”… Continue Reading
We’re in a new rhythm around here, one which begins with a 5:50am alarm (maybe also 5:55am and 6:00am ones as well — since snoozing and I are old friends). It’s probably better to say we haven’t quite yet found our… Continue Reading
It was seven after five o’clock when I decided to call. “Hi, I have an appointment at 5, but I’m stuck in traffic and I wanted to let you know I’m going to be late.” “Oooooooh …” the receptionist at… Continue Reading
Maybe a year ago, I heard two different translations in Greek (most likely at church) for the verb “to know.” One word conveys an understanding coming from proximity or exposure. The other translation means knowing comes from first hand, intimate knowledge.… Continue Reading