Sometimes, the story just writes itself.

“Mom?” Belle asked, licking the last bit of chocolate icing from the back of her hand. “Mommy? Do you still blog?” We were sitting in the hard, plastic bucket seats in the single terminal at the Cyril E. King Airport in St. Thomas, and she’d just eaten an individual Sarah Lee chocolate cake square, after I veered her ...

Being a parent is hard.

"Did you feel the house sway?" I asked, trepidatiously. The people around me all nodded, as we peered outside the sunroom windows, staring at a blowing blanket of white snow. "I know that we all felt the house move when that cyclone passed over us, but our house is over 100 years old, so it must be ...

The Hardest Post

This post - titled, "The Hardest Post I've Ever Written," was originally published on here on February 24, 2014: on my son's four-month-birthday.  That means, of course, that this was written at exactly four months postpartum, for me. I am re-posting this, today, to give context to some of what is to come; some of what ...

Birth Story Revisited

Two years ago, one month before I came out with "The Hardest Post I've Ever Written" I shared my birth story. That was the first post in which I opened up about my new life, one that involved many new feelings, new emotions and, of course, a new baby. Today, as I cuddled my son on the couch, I buried ...

A tiny, little, amazing story.

Today, as I unloaded from school pick up, doing my normal routine of getting my daughter out of the passenger side of the car, slinging her backpack over my shoulder, walking her around the car to my side where I get her brother out in his incredibly heavy infant carrier, when my daughter said, "Wait. I want to see ...

The hardest post I’ve ever written.

Since having my second child my world has changed in more ways than I could have imagined. As our triangle turned into a square (quite seamlessly in many ways, I should say), I have experienced love and joy that I had not yet known. And one positive thing that I have done has been starting 511, ...

The hardest post I’ve ever written, Part 3.

Life works in amazing ways. This is hardest part of the hardest post. And though I've been so overwhelmingly grateful for the outpouring of support, both publicly and privately, that I have received thus far, it is still hard to put all of these things into plain words. This has been a life changing experience to me, ...

The hardest post I’ve ever written, Part 2.

As I mentioned in Part 1 of this story, my Fall and Winter got very dark. So I warn you to proceed with caution. Because if you know me, you know that I am a happy person. That I'm always smiling, that I love children and that I have dance parties every day. This is a different ...