The list of ideas I have for blog posts is log jamming while I’m looking for the time–it must be here somewhere, surely–to sit and write. Perhaps this just isn’t…
Category: <span>Memories</span>
You’d think after ten years of living life alongside one another, we’d have more pictures of ourselves alongside one another. The fact of the matter is, we have lots of…
It’s a tantalizing time of year: The sound of lawnmowers and DIY home project hammers. The scorch of play ground swings on wee bums. The scraps of sun filtering through…
A snowdrop wilts behind grandma’s ear. A bowl of maple tree flower buds is offered up on the altar of my kitchen counter. A star gazer lily slowly loses its…
7:17 am: You wake up. Unlike most mornings when you replace the monitor static with coos and chortles and yelps, you cry. Overtired from an Easter weekend away from home,…
“Mama, I think you are the best mommy in the whole world.” Oh, I just want to grab those words and carry them around in my pocket for, like, the…