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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

dear merritt

I remember the day I discovered you were there, nestled under my heart. I’d been sick for two weeks and felt your existence already, but your older brother hadn’t yet reached his first birthday and denial is a powerful force. That day I finally stopped at the drug store, went home and saw the two (Read More)

November 1, 2012 15

on lunches

In three weeks, my biggest boy will walk between two heavy glass doors, down two longs hallways and into the start of first grade. You may remember my apprehension last summer. I hadn’t been inside a school since my own first grade year and I approached the sending of my boy to a classroom with (Read More)

August 15, 2012 9

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