In the year since our adoption’s been finalized, a number of people have contacted me say that they are interested in adoption. A few have said they feel led to adopt. And a handful have reached out and… Continue Reading
“Well, you run. You know. Running begets running,” she says. I laugh: we’re talking about creativity. And how doing hard things gets easier … after you do them over and over again. You just have to start.… Continue Reading
I stood at the sink holding a dead chicken. Not an actual chicken. I mean, yes, it was an actual dead chicken, but not a ‘hey mom, hold this, why do you think it died?’ type of chicken (we live… Continue Reading
The weekday mornings in my house go a little bit like this: me, sitting quietly on the couch with a cup of coffee, two boys crawl out of bed, on top of me, and then, like lion cubs, start… Continue Reading
Something strange happened in my life over the last couple of years, something I wasn’t sure was possible: I’ve made friends — on the internet. Facebook started in 2004. Twitter, 2006. Instagram: 2010. (And for reference,… Continue Reading
Our youngest son, Asher, is five. He loves music with a strong drum beat, can’t help but laugh when someone gets hurt in a movie, and (we discovered just this past Christmas) can put together Lego projects independently. … Continue Reading
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
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
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
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