A Birth Story-My Sequel: Part 2

Perhaps I should back up a bit. As I mentioned, the doctor told me that because of the nature of my contractions, the difference I was feeling (despite having already been through FOUR false alarms), I should come in to Labor and Delivery to be checked out. You should know this about me: I am a positive person, I am ...

A Birth Story–My Sequel: Part 1

Hello, there. Or, to many, I should say Hello, Again. Welcome. Or Welcome Back. Right now, you can find me mostly over at 511 Ever After, but I've decided to return for a post that could only be written here; here where my mommy roots are anchored in deep, in stories of joy, enchantment, confusion, pain....my stories from ...

Love Notes/My Reply

You may remember my recent discovery, in which I was able to give new life to (/soak in the beauty of) my husband's old love notes. Well, it happened again. Except, this time, the love notes were from yours truly. I know. Right? You didn't think I had it in me. Ahhhh, way back in old '06 when ...

I miss writing.

I do. I miss it terribly. I miss writing like it's a limb that's been asleep and I'm just now shaking it awake; It hurts a bit, it's still uncomfortable, and I do not yet think I can bear weight on it. I miss it so much that I ache. But it's been hard to write. Not hard because life's ...

Sweet little thing.

Early morning, on a walk to the bakery. The bells on the shoppe door jingled and sang as we escaped from the sunny heat to the cool, sugary air. We held her up to the displays; row of confections all covered in pastels and powdered sugar and gold leaves. She pointed to what she fancied: One Blueberry Macaron, please. (And a Madeleine, just  ...

I should mention…

Earlier today, I picked up my iPhone to find this: It seems that someone had been doing a little dialing. And, I should mention that the above Googling occurred right after I intercepted her from doing this: And, perhaps I should mention that as she was sorting through this case of beer, she was blabbing away, saying "Mmmmm, ...

On Peace.

This afternoon, on a walk down our street, my daughter held her two fingers in the air (as she has been known to do) and said, "Peace, man." To whom, I don't know. I like to think it was to every man. But that's just me. And her gesture got me thinking about words and concepts like peace and equality and how I ...