No Other

Dear Jac, When, on the night before your birthday, we found ourselves faced with recycled corn dog and slushy, I realized something profound. We worked wordlessly and I watched you watching me and thought, “There is no one else I’d rather be cleaning up...

Feel Like. . .

Tess is precocious. She is the one who pushes boundaries and tests resolve. She seems to gravitate towards things that are questionable and otherwise scandalous. If there is something that would make anyone else blush or blanch, there is Tess, smiling , in the thick...

Sprinkles

A little girl turns 6 on Saturday. MY little girl. She changed the game, that one.  She entered the world in a room filled with so very many people (hello, teaching hospital!) and so very many happy tears at the proclamation of “It’s a  girl!” I...

Girls, Girls, Girls

  Gemma doesn’t like footie jammies. At least not ones that are too small. The littlest girl is, as of this morning, unquestionably in a size 9 months. (See above.) Her drawers only contain 6 months clothes. Shoot. Paper is Gemma’s snack of choice. Colored...