“Absolutely marvelous,” he said, licking Nutella off his fingers. Lucas and I were talking about his homeschooling days, when I used to take him to coffee shops to study. There was a little coffee shop where he adored the sweet Belgian waffles, and as we reminisced, I asked him if he’d like to spend another…
I have a love-hate relationship with islands.Not the beachy kind. The ones in kitchens. The ones that collect all sorts of stuff on top of them and never actually look clean. My friend and I went on a rant about them this morning. “We are the finders of the homes of the things, and I…
There was a season in my life when I stopped sharing online. Those years were brutal. I was treading water, trying to find my footing, and all that internal work left me with no desire to create or connect with my words. Sharing online is tricky enough as it is. Part of me will always…
The other day, my daughter Blue and I were talking about a possible obstacle when I shrugged and said, “It’s whatever at this point. I’m not worried about it. We’ve been through worse. We’re pretty sturdy.” She smiled, genuine and proud. “We are quite sturdy as a family. I love our family, actually.” (Melt me.)…
She messaged me one day “I am in town this week and I’m 8 months pregnant. I’m wondering if you are available for a session at all this week?” And as perfect timing would have it, I was. Sometimes my schedule shifts around and I have some time to fit someone in and it feels…
I came home from a movie and my son asked me if I wanted to read the first draft of the letter he addressed to the administration of his school. A little background: Earlier that week, he told me that he didn’t find the leaderboard system used during P.E. to be very fair. We talked…
Slow tears fell from his face.”Fourteen. Fourteen tears,” he said as he wiped another tear away. “You counted?” I asked in a gentle smile.”I don’t know. When it involves math, I just go for it.” Art: Sadness, 2020 by Linda Achar (Isn’t this gorgeous?)
It’s three days before Christmas and I just left a busy store doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t be doing three days before Christmas: shopping. After weaving through crowds and bonding with my teenager over some good book thrifting, we finally made our way home. And that’s when I started to feel it—that familiar,…
I have Covid.Day three. It’s Sunday. I haven’t been downstairs since Friday, and now that I finally feel well enough to sit up and pay attention to what’s on TV, this room is starting to feel less like home and more like a hotel room. It takes Covid to be home but left alone. It’s…
Last night, I sat on an outdoor sofa sandwiched between two teenagers. I watched their faces light up as they told stories about how similar they were and how different they were from their significant others. I heard them laugh and even get loud and judgmental about silly things – the way people who are…