Maxed Out

Maxed Out

God bless Max. He keeps quietly proclaiming, “Blog post!” and making notes in my phone of the funny or traumatic or traumatically funny happenings around here. It’s a hint to write, to not forget, to make available for the future. However, However. ....
Mindless Mutterings

Mindless Mutterings

All day long I write things in my mind. Long, beautiful odes to my children or the laundry or the frost on the trees. Short, inspired poems for grating cheese. Witty, funny memoirs that will someday make up for the lack of baby books. Or would make up for that if I...
Wildlings

Wildlings

What is that wise and oh-so-pithy saying? “Failure to plan is a plan to fail?” Right. Planning.  That’s what I should have done for school! Instead, I just kept saying yes to all the good things and then I happened to look around and realize I have...
In the Dark

In the Dark

To Gus, 6 days short of 8 months: In the dark, we walk. Twinkle lights bright through the window And your eyes soak up the glow. The creaking floors, my tired arms, They don’t affect you. Awake, so awake, so I’m awake. In the dark, there is no rush. I...
Twelfth Night

Twelfth Night

Getting in the car tonight one of the girls asked a simple question. “Is Epiphany always on a Sunday?” I then had the task of the not-so-simple answer. “Nope! I mean, yes, yes it is here in the US. Here it’s always the 2nd Sunday after Christmas so technically yes....