Category: parenting


2017: A Year in Preview, On Looking Back and Moving Forward

Last year when I wrote my preview post, I was in a much different place in my life than I am now. I was in the thick of breaking myself down to the core. Now, that core has been reinforced and all that I am radiates from it and becomes again. This new me. 2016 was the year of me understanding my capabilities. It … Read More 2017: A Year in Preview, On Looking Back and Moving Forward

“No, today I remember/The creator/The lion-hearted.” ***

Here is what I have come to after a year of learning: my job as a parent is not to teach my child how to live a life of perfection. Rather, my job is to teach him how to thrive in times of imperfection and adversity. My job is to teach resilience. Basically, as painful as it is to realize, the goal is to … Read More “No, today I remember/The creator/The lion-hearted.” ***


mama: for those without one

The first sound that was close to a word that my son made was da. He would repeat it all the time, dadadada. I tried to get him to say ma. Mamamama. But it took a while. We read that the da sound is easier than the ma sound and that’s why it often comes first. I spent a good deal of time wondering … Read More mama: for those without one


let us be broken

My son tries to take a picture of me but I can’t stop moving. I hear birds making noise in the arbor vitae and think about the nest and eggs. Babies. I turn my head as he takes a picture. The camera is locked on lens blur and so my limbs are smeared. He is pleased with the picture because he tells me I … Read More let us be broken


arrival, gratitude

I started writing this book five years ago, in the winter. I started writing it after a long, dry spell of not writing much. I started writing it during the times when my then-toddler napped. I remember I would get him down to sleep and then bring my laptop into my room and sit on the lumpy chair and force myself to write 500, … Read More arrival, gratitude


2015: A Year in Preview*

In 2015: My child continues to grow and dazzle me. More and more frequently I find myself stealing socks from my son’s drawer when my own sock drawer is filled with socks with holes in them. My husband and I lament how x or y in our house or our cars needs fixing, replacing, repairing. We sit by the fire as a family and … Read More 2015: A Year in Preview*


When I was eleven, my best friend and I would talk endlessly on the phone. I remember pulling the cord as far as it would go, up and down the hallway. I don’t even know what we said to each other but there seemed to be a lot to say. As an adult, I eschew the phone. I feel trapped by it. Even cordless, … Read More quiet

Blood, Bones & Butter by Gabrielle Hamilton

When I turned over the last page of Gabrielle Hunter’s debut memoir, Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef, I was genuinely devastated. I had thought I had a few pages left. I wasn’t ready for it to end. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. This is not to say that the book does not end well or just as … Read More Blood, Bones & Butter by Gabrielle Hamilton

Bad Marie, by Marcy Dermansky

Bad Marie is a bad influence. I say this because while reading Marcy Dermansky’s second novel, Bad Marie, I was driven to do something that I, as a mother of a small, active child, never do anymore–and that is stay up past 11PM reading, which should tell you something about how engrossing this novel is if even an exhausted mother will stay up late … Read More Bad Marie, by Marcy Dermansky

A Life’s Work, by Rachel Cusk

When my dear friend Kat came to visit on the day after my son’s first birthday, she brought with her several books, one of which was Rachel Cusk’s brilliant, startling book A Life’s Work: On Becoming a Mother. Kat expressed regret that she had not gotten the book to me sooner, but now having read the book, I have to say I think her … Read More A Life’s Work, by Rachel Cusk

a year ago today

My darling son, my heart, was born. This morning I am up with the birds and reliving every moment of it: The fear, the expectation, the excitement. The joy that eclipses all other joy. That moment when he is held up before you and he opens his mouth to say, “It is me. I am here. Pay attention.” And forever more, he is where … Read More a year ago today

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