I’m sitting outside a coffee shop watching a mother strap her kid into a stroller. When the hell did I stop doing that? It felt like the stroller phase would last forever. I remember feeling hot by the time I walked into a place after the unfolding and unbuckling and hoisting and buckling of the car seat to stroller dance. I couldn’t wait for it … Continue reading Ramblings of Motherhood
What happens when my beautiful bike is out of commission? A pretty pathetic attempt at DIY. Continue reading Impressions While Riding My Bike 3
Sometimes, when I’m being super thrifty, I get caught in embarrassing situations. Here’s one of them. Continue reading I Wanna Be a Lady, But I’m So Cheap
Not only do I write in books, I love writing in books. Some of you are, without a doubt, putting your hands to your chest and sighing a yes. Some of you are making ugly faces. Tell me, which one are you? One of my favorite activities is to skim the pages of my books and rediscover passages that I thought pretty, insightful, wrenching, or … Continue reading Why I Write In Books
And then I smile at her. And for the past two mornings, she has stared me straight in the eye and not so much as twitched a phony smile. It’s the oddest thing. I’ll try one more time tomorrow. Continue reading The Nice Mom
There’s a part of me that likes to see a high number in my drafts folder. There’s something soothing about not having to start from scratch. Knowing that something is needing you in order to feel whole, quite frankly, feels good. You therapists out there can analyze me if you like. Continue reading Why Your Drafts Folder Is Stacking Up
