Forgive me

Dear Friends, Will you forgive me? Every single day for the past week I have picked up my computer, opened it up with the intention to write... and then stopped. Every single day. I do not know what is getting in my way. I have so much to share; perhaps that weight feels crushing. Last week, I published this, as that was ...

To persist.

Just when I thought that my daughter could not possibly amaze me more... I write this post while covered in dirt and a light sprinkling of mud; my hands are so tired that it is making the act of typing difficult; I feel achy in my abdominal muscles and back; my nose is red from being a bit cold; ...

It was amazing

"You never play outside with us like that, mama!" my daughter said, smiling.  "I know, love," I began. "I want to play outside with you..." She cut me off.  "No, mama. You did play outside with us today and it was the most fun day ever. It was amazing." *** I cannot even begin to count how many times I have written ...

Dear Evan Hansen

#youwillbefound I saw the above hashtag written on a sign on the merch booth as I wove my way through the lower level of The Music Box Theatre, eager to get back to my seat before the start of "Dear Evan Hansen", Broadway's most celebrated new musical. As I tiptoed to my seat, the anticipation building, I noticed ...

This will be

It has been such a strange time, in the whole wide world, and in ours. It is too hard to write about the former, and it is too hard to write about the latter, so I will just tell you about yesterday. Yesterday was K's birthday! We celebrated by waking him up with cuddles and singing. But, then, real life stepped in. ...

I have to help myself first right now

I just experienced something very strange. I picked up my son from school today and from the moment he put his little hand in mine he was asking about his toy ice cream truck. This was the toy that he was focused on playing with today (not the school bus, not the microwave, not Peppa, but the ...

When it snowed

I can still remember the day. It was Thanksgiving, 2010, and my daughter was seven-months-old. We had given her a bagel to gnaw on for the very first time and she played happily on the floor of our small, quaint living room in our little, first house. And then, snowflakes started to dance from the sky and ...

Mug shot

This is a post about mugs. Yes, you read that correctly. More accurately, I guess, this is a story about mugs. I've recently published some heavy stuff on here, and though I always like to share the parts of life that are hardest (about "what hurts" as my main main Hemingway has advised)-- --and sometimes I simply post because I am fortunate ...

Walk the line

I stood at my back door after a stressful morning drop-off with my kids. I had been 1 minute shy of another tardy slip and so I raced to get my daughter to school on time and she made it. But it was tense. Anxiety seeped out from me; it was palpable. My kids felt it. It wasn't ...

I am proud

I am many things this morning. One is proud. That is not easy to write; in all honesty, I have almost chickened out of this post entirely a few times. But I am going to try. This is not a post about all of the things and people who are making me proud in my life right now. Let ...