This.
This poem makes my heart burst, of course. And throb and ache and all those terrible, wonderful things that hearts do when they are confronted by raw love.
It's worth noting that I don't ride...
Dear Mom,
Thank you.
You’re rolling your eyes at me as I say that, I know. Oh, honey, you’re saying. We’ve had this conversation a thousand times since I became a mother myself, and it has...
My mother was a stay at home mom for most of my childhood, and an enthusiastic one at that. She cooked and baked and sewed and invented games and activities and stories and basically...
The thing that I've always loved most about the story of Cinderella is the shoes.
The prince is fine, of course, as is the magical pumpkin-carriage and the fairy godmother and the castle and the...
I've been away from kids for over a week now, and I miss them. I miss them something fierce. I miss their little hands and their little arms and their sweet little faces and...
Oh, hey. Remember me? I used to post to this blog.
I haven't posted since last year, which sounds terrible when you say it out loud, but of course it's only been eleven days since...
This. This is a reminder that no matter what else might be happening in the world, this is a season for joy, and that the expression of that joy is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
Joy...
I did not tell my children about Sandy Hook.
I did not tell my children about Sandy Hook because, look: I don't want to talk about Sandy Hook with my children. I don't want to...
I returned home the other day, after nearly a week away, to this:
It was a 'Welcome Home' party, organized by Emilia, the place of honor dedicated to me and adorned with messages of love,...
This is the place that I am at. I can't talk about what I am doing here, because it's for a story in a magazine that is not the online kind of magazine that...