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sleepy boys, working mama

on nurturing

One would think, I told myself, choosing nurture as one’s word for the year would necessitate a kind of gentle life, a quiet realm, a soft and soothing environment in which to nurture whatever it is one wishes to nurture.   Last year my word was release. It wasn’t a word I chose, but rather, (Read More)

January 23, 2013 12

the third of december

This is our neighbor’s house. He pulls out box after box after box overflowing with lights the weekend after Halloween and by Thanksgiving the rooftops are shouting their blue rays above the neighborhood. People turn down our street for the sole purpose of pulling to the curb and snapping pictures. Until a few days ago, (Read More)

December 3, 2012 5

on the mess

Let the house be a mess. Let the house be a mess. Let the house be a freaking mess.   I don’t know where it was I picked up this idea that the measure of a woman is the state of her house. But somewhere along the road I grabbed the handle of a heavy (Read More)

August 10, 2012 16
art + motherhood

tired art

Last week I may have stormed up to my room. I may have closed my door harder than intended (or perhaps, yes, as intended) and then I may have curled my legs to my chest, leaning back against the door of my big, messy closet. I may have banged the crown of my head against (Read More)

August 6, 2012 14
Lisa Leonard - Baker Family Molded Star Ornament

starshine

We woke to a house shrouded in early morning darkness and no heat. The light switches were reduced to mere plastic and the stove wasn’t exactly helpful in cooking oats. So we put a log in the fire place and lit a few candles and snuggled under blankets on the couch. Who needs electricity anyway? (Read More)

December 9, 2011 5