Dear Maggie

  My Dearest Darling Maggie Girl, Today is your first birthday! I can’t believe it’s been a year since you were born. This year has been one of the hardest and best years of my life, filled with more joy and heartache than I ever imagined possible. Together we navigated your difficult start in this…

On Rainy Days

‘Mom! Mommy! Mama!’ He has been awake for an hour, talking and singing and ‘reading’ to himself. I take a deep breath and flip on the light. He is bouncing up and down, eager to start the day. ‘Mom!’ He points a chubby, accusatory finger at a book on the floor. ‘I don’t want that…

A gloomy slice of cake

We ran out of size 5 diapers on Wednesday. I was a little surprised when I grabbed the last one, since things like that don’t usually happen to me. But, I took it in stride, remembering a bag of Dora the Explorer pull-ups that had come in a box of hand-me-downs. Didn’t our diapers auto-ship…

Why I Write

Occasionally, words come easily; flowing through me and onto the page effortlessly. But more often, writing feels like wrestling. I’m not a wrestler, so one might argue that I have no business in a wrestling match. I don’t know the rules. I don’t know the strategy. Despite that, I feel a consistent, gentle nudge to…

The Weight

June, 2015 The house is unbearably hot, but the sound of the window-unit air conditioners rattles my already frazzled nerves, so I’ve turned them off again. I stand in the tiny downstairs bathroom, looking at my foreign postpartum body in the mirror and watching as tears stream down my face. There is silence on the…

Friday Traditions

  On Friday, I let all the non-essential tasks go un-done. I spend Maggie’s morning nap giving Royce special, one-on-one attention, and we share burgers & fries for lunch. After nap time we snuggle on the couch and watch Daniel Tiger while we munch on popcorn, and I put bubbles in Royce’s bath before bed….