The concept of unplugging is a thing of beauty. Set aside the phone, close the laptop, hide the remote, and give yourself completely to the three dimensional. The pressure to unplug and the judgement of not doing so has become an oppressive blanket. The divide between those of us who use the online realm for [...]
Thursday, March 14, 2013
When I met Sean I told him that I wasn’t looking to make friends, he told me he wasn’t asking me to marry him. It wasn’t the last time that I would be faced with something that I hadn’t quite thought all the way through. Eventually he did ask me to marry him and I [...]
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Have you ever seen something and silently thought, “I wish I’d had that idea!” Today’s post for This is Childhood made me so envious of a turn of phrase, that were it not for how beautifully it described a moment, I might have stewed with jealousy. Her words begin to tumble down the hill of her [...]
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Eight. More than eight years with you. These years are motion and fire. They are amorphous and finite at once, molten lava coursing through time, inexplicably and unapologetically racing and slowing to form the many facets of a spirit. You are eight and I have been infatuated and tormented by you since that first blush of pink [...]
Sunday, February 24, 2013
A few months ago we went to a fundraiser for a local organization called Art in the Public Eye. Sean and I walked around scanning the silent auction items before bidding on a few different things, one of which was a family fun pack for three hours at a Lake George Arcade. I think somehow [...]
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Before bedtime there is a rush to get washed up, each of the girls clambering for a spot at the counter. The stampede to the door is a blur of elbows and feet; neon peace signs, threadbare satin with tattered princess decals, big girl pajamas and nightgowns that have met their last hand-me-down. They wrestle [...]
Friday, January 18, 2013
A fresh snowfall has always been for me a kind of biblical reset. There is something about the quiet; a spiritual softness that mutes my senses, immediately and completely, while resurrecting my wonder. It snowed the other day, just in time. I was walking east toward a dropbox. The package in my hand needed to be overnighted to [...]
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
From my earliest days I can remember fearing loss and mourning things in the height of celebration—it’s a manifestation in tears of a profound love for life and preoccupation with its fleeting nature. Many times it’s made me feel broken, why can’t I just enjoy a moment? Why must I always look just past now [...]
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Finley discovered earliest, and implemented most potently, the phrase, “You promised.” The fact that most times I did not in fact promise means very little to either of us. When the plaintive request comes through, if it does not involve a trip to Disneyland or a kitten sized bar of chocolate, I tend to find [...]
Sunday, December 9, 2012
She asks me each night with an impish grin, “Mama, can I have your hand?” It’s part and parcel of bedtime, this game of gentle tug of war. “Just let me hold your hand, but you’ll be too tired to pull, so you’ll sleep here.” Her eyes shine, big and bright and as perfect as they [...]
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
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