Workin’ Moms
If the pandemic did anything for us, I think it helped to make each one of us humans recognize that everyone else is human also. Radical, I know. We saw people in their homes working with everything...
View ArticleSi(ck)x Months
This weekend Ollie turned six months old. How did we celebrate? With his first fever. Luckily he’s quite the trooper abs somehow still a little lovebug, even when steaming up but it didn’t leave much...
View ArticleThe recap
It’s been a while. I’ve written to you in my head countless times, crafting paragraphs of prose I promptly forgot. So lest I lapse again, here’s where we left off: Sick. When Ollie was born and we were...
View ArticleHome Is Where the Heart Is
Years ago now, I wrote a post called Home is Where the Hard Is. In it, I wrote about the hard that is our home, about the struggle it takes to do even the simplest home project, and about how that hard...
View ArticleThe Final Countdown
The time has come to tidy up loose ends and head back to the wintry north. In some ways, it feels like we arrived yesterday and in some ways it feels as if we’ve been gone for years. So much has...
View ArticleLanding
Phew! It’s been a ride. A wild one, a joyous one, a stressful one, a “Where the heck are any of our things?!” one. The past month has been marvel and mayhem all rolled into one. Yet finally, three...
View ArticleWorkin’ Moms: Part II
Don’t tell anyone, but I started a new job and my direct reports at work are being real stinkers this week. You wouldn’t believe it. One disobeyed a direct order and the other threw their lunch at me....
View ArticleOne
One. Our baby is one. Well, actually, our baby is 1 and 1/6 years old now because one came and went and off we were running towards what feels like two, three, or four some days. “Littlest” as one of...
View ArticleSnapshot
Five or so years ago now I said something I’ve always looked back on: “I mop my floor every day.” Wow, profound, right? Maybe not exactly but…the reason it’s resonated in my head for years is that it’s...
View ArticleWhole Truth, Half-Told
Rarely have I written to you in a story half-told. Perhaps never. I regale a tale completed, once it’s risen and formed. Yet today, after weeks of avoiding it I find myself here, half-told, asking for...
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