Stop

So, a girl walked into a bar... Just kidding. Well, I am not kidding, but, I'll get back to that. *** I just had a first.  For the first time since I started this blog, which was approximately 2,745 days ago, I stopped, mid-post, and said, to myself, "What are you doing? Why are you writing about this? This is not giving you ...

What I want

 I cannot start this post without acknowledging two important things: 1. I have a LOT about which to write. I have formulated at least a dozen posts in my head over the holiday weekend (about gratitude, parenting my daughter v. my son, Thanksgiving and what it means to me...) but, for now, this is what is flying ...

#winning

(Warning: This post is not for the faint of heart and is a little gross. Possibly NSFW. You've been warned.) Do you see that photo above? That photo describes the blissful way in which I ended last night. I crept into my daughter's room, as I do each night, wrote her a note to wake up to, kissed ...

Me too

“Take a deep breath. Now exhale. Don’t forget to breathe,” I am telling myself. My heartrate, as of late, has been too fast, and so I am trying to use some of my calming tools. One of my kids is painting pottery at the kitchen table. The other is eating cold pizza and watching Peppa Pig. My husband is ...

The Dark Side

It started with the covers. This morning, from 7:00am - 7:25am, I had the privilege of sharing my side of the bed with a tall, red-headed child who will turn four in exactly one week. My husband had left early for the day, my daughter had already made her way downstairs, and so it was just ...

Something Funny

Here's a joke for you: "Why is a computer so smart? It listens to its Motherboard!" *** OK, so I am notorious for being terrible at telling jokes. Don't get me wrong; I think that I am FUNNY AF. I just can't seem to do the whole "What is the definition of a sweater?" thing. See? Even that made no sense. (Just ...

Lightsaber

My son is amazing. I feel as though my love for him grows everyday, and that is not a cliche. I am tickled by his cuteness, charmed by his devilish grin and touched when he hugs me and says, "Mom, you're the best. You are wonderful." My son is also incredibly stubborn. He wants what he ...

a rose

"There is a rose and it reminds me of you," he said. We were in the middle of a conversation, but he interrupted the rhythm of the words that were dancing from our tongues. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I am looking outside at the garden and I see a rose on the rose bush and it reminds ...

16 years

It has been 16 years. How has it been 16 years? *** When I woke up this morning, roused from my slumber by little hands poking at me, I checked my phone, saw the date, and felt the familiar pit in my stomach as I read the words "Monday, September 11" on my iPhone's home screen. I can't believe ...

Barcelona

I wrote this piece on Thursday, August 17, on the day when a van drove down La Rambla and into human beings; the day of a brutal attack. It was too fresh to post that day, and so I am publishing it now, a few days later, with no less heaviness in my heart. The photo above ...