Behind the Smile
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
Mondays Are For Baking
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
Best Mom, Worst Mom — Coffee+Crumbs
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
Living Under a Rock
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
They Grow Up
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’s Not About the Haircut — Coffee+Crumbs
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
This Is What I Know — Coffee+Crumbs
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
The Royal Wedding: It’s Not About the Lemon Curd
I place a bottle of prosecco on its side then work in a hexagonal glass jar of lemon curd next to it. Then, two packages of crumpets and a box mix of scones go into the doubled brown… Continue Reading
Strawberries in Winter
I walked from the car into the house with my purse in my hands. Chris looked up long enough to not see any grocery bags in hand and for me to say, “They didn’t have any. Again.” “Really?”… Continue Reading
Behind the Glasses — MOPS Magazine
I sat in a beach chair and cried. Not legit crying with sobs and shudders. It was subtle – the kind of crying where your tears just turn on, as if they were emotional garden hoses connected to a leaky… Continue Reading