I was feeling pretty good this weekend: I had managed to reach a point where I could be philosophic (as they say) about the gloomy turns that life had been taking. I found light...

... a happier view. I know that this post has a dismal start, but it gets better, albeit somewhat sappily better. And - gratuitous WonderBaby photos!I was thirteen years old when my grandmother, my...

...when it seems dark: people who care, who reach out, who provide kind words and warmth and support and love. (And, sometimes, cookies.)Friends.I don't have the words to say thank you, adequately, to you...

My heart is sore, my thoughts are tangled, my fingers are numb; I stumble toward writing but the writing, right now, does not release or calm or soothe. December has come in fighting, raining blows...

Well, your responses to my rant about the mess and ick of family life made it clear - not that it wasn't already - that we’ve all got shit stories. And pee stories and...

The hardest part of mothering an infant has been, for me, knowing what the heck is going on with my baby. She can’t tell me. She’s always been a relatively happy baby. So when...

Parenthood is a messy enterprise. A really messy enterprise. The spit, the shit, the snot, the generally cruddiness of it all - I knew this going in. It was gonna get ugly. I knew...

Type-A. Alpha Female. Perfectionist. Competitive. Bitch. I’ve been called all of these things. And, with the exception of that last term – which I think was more expressive of the ressentiment of the speaker...

Happy Thanksgiving, all you south-o'-the Canadian-border types.Hug your babies, and everyone that you love, and maybe some random strangers, just for fun....

The other morning I awoke to hear WonderBaby chortling in her crib. I lay, pharm listening, letting the sweet sound fill the room and herald the morning, the warble of our very own...