Worrying

Worrying

I’ve done a fair bit of worrying this year? What?! You, too?! Worry over safety and politics and our country and toilet paper (no one saw that coming) and right and wrong and ALL host of things. On top of what I normally worry about, it’s been A LOT. I...
Being Real

Being Real

We have long been fans of Lin Manuel Miranda’s Hamilton Musical.  I’m pretty sure the kids from Lucy on up can sing the entirety of the show (well, maybe not the entirety. There are some less than appropriate bits that have been kept from the playlist.)...
The “A” Word

The “A” Word

Well, it’s Lent.  As such, we’ve banished the “A” word from our vocabulary.  And thankfully, mercifully, blessedly no one’s been hollering, “Mom!  She said the “A” word!” while out and about so far. That’s...
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...