I know the pictures ruins the mystery, but this story…I just have to tell it. Last night, when my husband Justin fell asleep in my daughter Paige’s room putting her to bed, my other two daughters, Chloe, Tessa and I piled into mine and turned on a...
In a whirlwind I planned the whole thing: We’d start off Spring Break with a short, local trip; One far enough to feel like we’d done something fun, but close enough to make it an easy trip by car. San Francisco seemed like the best choice. It is...
It had been a long week for me home alone. I was about to pick my husband up, as he had been gone away on a trip. The girls were all helpful when they tried to be, but sometimes it took a lot to truly feel the “help” in it. I’d wondered as he was...
I registered my two middle schoolers for high school this week. At least I hope I did. I cannot even believe that is upon us when, frankly, it feels like they just got their big teeth in. But they REALLY need to go back to school for all of our...
Multiple times this week I’ve heard it – Mom friends saying that they have failed in some way. Maybe they raised their voice, or lost their patience. Maybe they just couldn’t answer one more question in the car. A mom in crisis at an ailing child’s...
Trying to match their rhythm when they reach the age to run “It all happened so fast.” That’s what I thought as my oldest daughter’s lips said that she had found her wedding dress. As she turned around to see the back of it in the mirror, and I saw...
It began when she tried introducing our new kitten, and chose to do it by shoving him out with straight arms and just blurting, “This is Seuss. We’re going to be letting him go outside soon.” Maggie just blinked at the dangling kitten and didn’t...
Maybe it’s just being in my 40’s that has turned me this way, but making food for people has become more of an annoyance than a passion like it was in the old days. It’s just that dinner has to happen SO MUCH. Every day seems excessive, no? I can’t...
We waited against the wall of the bagel shop for our names to be called. All she had asked was that we go there in the morning. Outside was grey from the fog. The gloomy sky seemed to match the mood of your 14th birthday landing in the midst of a...
Tomorrow my baby, Paige, turns nine years old. Nine – So much less round than eight. It sounds too old when I say it, so today I begged for her to just let me pay her to stay eight for one more year. “I don’t think that’s even possible,” she rolled...