The Scene: 9 a.m., mostly sunny day. The double stroller is packed to the gills with everything needed for a one hour-long jaunt to the park and picnic (i.e. blankets, diapers, lunch, snacks, water bottles, inflated ball, hats, sunscreen, wipes, more snacks, lovies, back-up lovies, solitary sandal (…?), mostly deflated other ball) Susannah sees a grassy median covered with hundreds of dandelions. Hundreds. Susannah: Mom, can we stop and get one for my vase? I’ll put it on my bedside {Read More}
My nighttime brain in list form.
February 4, 2016 By 2 Comments
Maybe you guys have seen the Reddit/Imgur/HuffPo piece about the Mom’s cartoon rendering of the contents of her brain. It struck a chord with a lot of people- and for good reason. Most women have a gazillion things on their minds at any given time, and if you add the “Mom” layer, it’s an especially confusing and special jumble of thoughts. So to that end, I wrote out roughly a quarter of the phrases that worked their way through my {Read More}
Guilt/Cookies.
December 3, 2015 By 3 Comments
And sometimes your energy and patience and faith in humanity is justallgone. And you look at a picture like this: And you see those faces, completely full of innocence, and you kinda break a little bit inside. Because you don’t want those tiny people to be shot in a public venue, in a private home, not anywhere, ever, and not when they’re grownup, either. You also feel substantial guilt because those faces are growing up in a home with more {Read More}
