Spoon

This morning, I woke up to my son snuggling into me. I moved around and, despite my best efforts, roused him from a dream. He looked up at me and he smiled. It was early, the sun not yet commanding the sky, and I told him to go back to sleep. "Can I be your little cub?" he ...

One year in, a pandemic poem

One year in, a pandemic poem To hear me read the poem, click here. February 2020, when we look back now, it almost seems funny, A whole year has passed in the blink of an eye, (read: agonizing slog; a lifetime’s gone by). As we licked envelopes for our Valentines, freely, our hopes were still bright, our nerves still so steely. 2020 was ...

Thoughtful Parenting

Thank you to Thoughtful Parenting for this feature and for the chance to don my "Becca the author" hat. Thank you to Wendy for the beautiful interview. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your tribe and for your willingness to be a part of mine. Please enjoy this article (and image) as ...

“Beau and Lo (and Lola’s Bows)”

(portrait courtesy of Emily D. Stewart, artist) “Beau and Lo (And Lola’s Bows)” Once upon an autumn day Baby Beau cried his very first cry Lola romped in the leaves, as she couldn’t believe Her new best friend had arrived. Lola loved her Beau and baby Beau loved his Lo In the house with the blue balloons With a chill in the air, and ...

Why am I so scared?

Dear friend, I hope this finds you well. Or, you know, as well as possible during this time. I hope you are finding yourself with as much health, both physical and mental, as one can muster. This time is (well, I don’t want to be trite, and refer to this time as “unprecedented” so I will, instead, use ...

Septembers past

Over the weekend, as we gathered around my parents' table for dinner, my kids, Kenny, mom, and dad decided to play a new mealtime game: Let's make fun of Becca!!!!! (is the working title, I believe). I have anxiety, and anxiety + pandemic + virtual school + the impending election + 2020 = MAJOR ANXIETY My kids have taken ...

11 things I’ve become obsessed with during quarantine.

Friends, you know me. You know that we are still quarantined, or socially distant, or in the red zone, whatever you want to call it. You know that COVID-19 is making me feel like a bad mom. There has been a lot of womp-womp-ing over here, and so, as I sit here in my living room, my favorite room in ...

Some days

"Is it whatsday or blursday?" Kenny asks me, not infrequently. Dad jokes abound in quarantine. Some days I roll my eyes and smile at him. Other days I roll my eyes and mean it. Healthy communication abounds in quarantine. On all of my days, I put a tremendous amount of pressure on myself to be a good mom ...

COVID19 is making me feel like a bad mom.

(What I have done for the last 2 months: yoga every day. What I have not done for the last 2 months: felt, in any way, relaxed, calm, peaceful, or zen.) *** try (verb):  make an attempt or effort to do something; an attempt to achieve or attain.  trying (adjective): difficult or annoying; hard to endure. Has any other homonym been more applicable during ...

Two hands

Two hands. Sometimes, having two hands feels sufficient. With two hands I can tickle my son until he squeals. With two hands I can give my daughter a relaxing face massage. I can open most jars, clean up most messes, do most TikTok dances. Often, two hands feel like they cannot do enough. They feel futile; laughable; ...