#cleanlaundry

This is what happens when you have a massive flood , lose your washer/dryer for two months and then finally get a replacement. We have already planned a folding party for tonight. Oh joy. And we all know I'm totally awesome at doing laundry .

I carry your heart with me

I have now fallen into the role of doing bedtime for my daughter every night. Sometimes I am in a rush, to cook, or to make it on time for a dinner reservation or the start of a tv show, but other times I savor the time, letting the minutes roll by as we linger in the dark, ...

High/Low High.

So, this morning was pretty kick ass. When my husband was in first grade, he wrote a short story about getting locked in Disney World when the park was empty and all of the rides were at his disposal... and that was kind of what it was like today, except I was locked in H&M for our ...

Full Skirt/Full Circle

This is the true story of two strangers talking over the door of a little dressing room in a big department store on the road to finding out what happens when friends become family. *** 13 years ago, I was obsessed with MTV's The Real World, the voyeuristic sensation that allowed viewers to fall in love (or in hate) with real ...

When I peed on that stick–all I didn’t know, 2.0

When my daughter was just shy of 18 months old I wrote about all of the things that I didn't know when I had first decided to become a mother. How that list has grown. Since that time I have learned about RSV and nebulizers, I have learned about cheerios vs. puffs, Disney Junior as opposed to Nick Junior... the ...

Check!

This morning's wake up was a typical one; My daughter roused early and spent time playing in her room. That was until about 6:15 when I heard her calling for me, somewhat frantically. I hopped out of bed and went straight to her room. "Mommy!" I heard her crying. "I NEED to hear 'Defying Gravity!'" Okay. And her sharp cries woke ...

On writing.

This morning, as I straightened up my kitchen, I found an old picture that I had developed; It was a photo of Ernest Hemingway, aged and bearded, writing with a pen on a legal pad. *** Recently, I found a journal that I had kept as a child. In it I had proclaimed that I wanted to ...