I’m five and heading off to Harris Elementary School to meet Miss. Thompson. I’m eleven and figuring out what separation and divorce really mean. I’m thirteen and poring over Seventeen Magazine, devouring how Jennifer Connelly, fresh off Labyrinth, is mixing plaid and tweed. I’m fifteen with butterflies thinking this is the year I’ll stop being awkward. I’m eighteen and [...]
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
I have three friends suffering right now. Their stories are all distinct, and in truth I don’t know the whole of any of them, but I know enough to see and hear that they are in pain. Family, self, struggle. We all have things that weigh upon us more heavily than they might others, but [...]
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The great sick of 2011* continues with colorful ferocity. I discovered today that, while I can, under normal circumstances, manage the roundabout of Glens Falls, it is considerably less navigable whilst tending to the spontaneous vomiting of a not-yet-three-year-old strapped into a seat very close to her not-yet-five-year-old sister. I wish there were something else to [...]
Monday, April 18, 2011
Last summer we kind of took a pass on yard work, between moving and my accident, it just wasn’t a priority. Recently we realized that between the long, hard winter and the pecking birds (Finley’s word for woodpeckers), the yard needed attention. Sean made it clear that he wanted to cut certain trees down and [...]
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sean and I have been accused of pushing too hard, of always questing for more than we have. We bought an old house and gutted it quite nearly top to bottom, 3 months in I became pregnant with Briar. We started a business three months before Briar was born. I told Sean I was pregnant [...]
Monday, March 28, 2011
I am nearly incapable of letting the phone ring without answering it, even with the modern luxury of caller id telling me that it’s: 000-000-0000 calling. That’s the number we refer to as Satan’s. Do I let the machine pick up? No. Luckily the calls don’t come in that often. Email on the other hand? [...]
Saturday, March 19, 2011
To everyone but Tet and Meghan: Find a swing set. Pick a swing. Park your sweet ass on said swing. Pump and pump and pump until you reach your cruising speed. Lean back. Look up. Recapture hope and wonder. Pass it on. To Tet and Meghan: Put your feet up. Have respective hubbies apply lotion to your (insert body part of choice) Watch mindless television or devour [...]
Friday, March 18, 2011
I got the email as I headed out to the gym. It was from a friend who moved far away just as I realized how much we had in common. I’ve since had episodes of lamenting in day dreams the friendship we could have had, knowing all the while that I probably wouldn’t have followed [...]
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
It’s been a long winter, rife with conflict. Navigating a course as mother, wife, business owner and fully-realized self has sapped so much from me. There are times when I allowed myself to get caught in the rut of discontent. Then I saw this: “It is better to light one small candle than to curse the [...]
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Being grateful and being truly aware of your blessings are two entirely different things. I sat down today while the girls napped to write a letter of reference for friends of ours. Sean was working on prepping dinner and putting away groceries so that I was unencumbered by all the things that are more easily accomplished [...]
Friday, August 5, 2011
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