It Gets Better — Coffee+Crumbs
Yesterday, I sat with my kids in a planetarium awaiting the start of a laser show. Just them and me. No one in my lap, no one crying, no one strapped to my front while standing in the back corner,… Continue Reading
When You Feel Like It’s All On You — Coffee+Crumbs
Around the middle of last month, I felt off. Not sick, just cold: I couldn’t get warm and I didn’t know why. Maybe it was the weather change—from balmy to chilly—or the shorter days, that the holidays (and the end… Continue Reading
A Year Later: Celebrating our “Gotcha Day”
Last week we trimmed our Christmas tree. Memories from years past placed on a tall and remarkably odd shaped tree (it’s like one of those pumpkins you’d pick to carve that has a nearly flat backside, but it’s “good… Continue Reading
Answering “Why’d We Get a Little Sister?” and the Other Why Adoption Question
Yesterday, my son mosied out from rest time, still in his zip-up pumpkin onesie pajamas he wore to bed the night before, dismissive of the fact it was the middle of the afternoon. I sat on our navy couch… Continue Reading
The Songs We Sing — Coffee+Crumbs
A few weeks into the school year, as my kids and I walked down the street, a neighborhood friend drove past us and slowed to a stop at the corner. We shouted Hi’s and How Are You’s to each other, she out… Continue Reading
Why I Love to See the Too-Big Kids Trick-Or-Treating
I was seventeen, a senior in high school; my best friend was on an early decision list for her dream college, inevitably separating us for at least the next four years, and although none of us knew it, my… Continue Reading
We Need Each Other — Coffee+Crumbs —
It’s fair to say I’ve lucked out on the friendship game. For what I put into my friendships (I’m always late, I forget birthdays, oops! I thought I texted you back!, etc.) it feels like I get a heck of a lot… Continue Reading
On Profit and The Love of Words
My love of words started in high school. Mrs. Deeser’s latin class. I didn’t love Latin, in particular. And I sure didn’t love Mrs. Deeser, at least at first. But I loved the excavating, the dissecting, the discovery of… Continue Reading
Time In The Saddle — Coffee+Crumbs
“Don’t forget to bring the bikes!” “I won’t, Dad.” “I have an adventure planned!” “I know,” I laughed. “We’re excited. See you tomorrow.” I put the phone down and finished packing. Every August since my kids were young, I’ve packed… Continue Reading
Time Travel
She’s wearing a red one-piece bathing suit with white polka dots. I bought it off Amazon last fall, before we’d even met her — guessed on the size based on numbers we had on pieces of paper. It was… Continue Reading