I remember the horror to this day—watching my husband eat a sandwich for the first time. It wasn’t the size of his bites (monstrous) or the speed of consumption (Olympian). No, it was the fact that it lacked any discernible flavor. Bread. Turkey. Sadness. That’s it. His reasoning for this spartan affair? “I hate condiments.” … Continue reading Taste and See →

These last few weeks have been a lot of a little: little wins, little failures, little messes, little people… but a lot of all of them, you know? Some highlights: My husband and I both completely forgot Valentine’s Day in spectacular fashion. I first claimed the moral high ground, since I bought him a card. … Continue reading Living the Dream →

What a strange season I’ve found myself in. We live in the southeastern United States, which - if you’ve been paying attention lately- is synonymous with the Arctic Tundra. A foot of snow all around and approximately 1.5 functioning snow plows for the entire state… the math does not math, as the kids say these … Continue reading Because He’s Good →

I’ll never forget—try as I might—my very first diary. It had a neon-themed Winnie the Pooh on the front and a tiny little lock that never quite worked. And while I was always a prolific talker, I was even then a sporadic writer: consistent for weeks at a time, then skipping two years without a … Continue reading Of Idols →

Want to start a fight? 🤪 I’m feeling a bit feisty—though admittedly a little apprehensive about this one. I’m not standing with a crowd of besties behind me, shouting into an echo chamber. Instead, I’m feeling a bit alone. But I think it’s a fight worth having, so join me if you will. There’s a … Continue reading “That Mom” →

What a week. Let’s start with a moment of silence, if you will, for Velma: our sweet, 15+ year old Honda Odyssey who left us this week for the streets of gold… No children were harmed in the making of this photo. The same cannot be said for the van. Did she shake when we … Continue reading Bite-Sized Grace →

Ah, October. The month of all things scary and ghoulish. We’ve had a relatively eventful month, I cannot lie. The highlights (and lowlights) included a quick escape to the mountains, one of the twins broke a leg, our first (but certainly not our last) “Trunk or Treat” victory, and a painting project. I’ll never forgive … Continue reading Fear Itself →

It’s another quiet nightshift. They’ve become slightly harder of late, as my adorable little patient has acquired a new noise machine. No problem, except it’s the same one I’ve used every night myself for the past decade. Talk about a Pavlovian response…. Me. All Night long. Between his cute little snores, the sound of rain … Continue reading Fixing the Feels →

Earnest Hemingway supposedly once said, “Write hard and clear about what hurts”. That advice has stopped me a time or two, because it seems dangerously oversimplified. I can’t just write about those deep and dark places- what about privacy? Trust? No one loves to be emotionally vomited on, right? But tonight, the world feels heavy. … Continue reading Be Still →

Remember how two weeks ago I shared that my entire house smells like pee? Well. Celebrate with me, my friends. I have wrought a long, sweaty battle and emerged victorious. Tonight, after dinner, my husband took one look at me (my hair is my tell, apparently) and herded all of our feral children upstairs to … Continue reading Bleach →