Don’t Call It a Comeback

There are several things that have transpired over the last several months that should have inspired me to dust off my keyboard–Charlottesville, #metoo, Times Up, the travel ban, and all of that is not even mentioning the toddler in the White House who’s being enabled/ignored by the other people who are supposed to be in charge of(…)

Half-Way Grown: Happy Ninth Birthday, Maddie

Dear Miss Maddie, This year’s (quite late, sorry!) birthday letter is going to be a bit more serious than most, but we as a world are finding ourselves in an increasingly serious time.  I hope that when you read this, the divisive instability and disparate visions for a way forward that have marked the last(…)

Mommy Guilt Can Suck It

In eight days, I will be in New Orleans, with one of my best gal pals, and…no one else.  No children, no Jon, no dogs, cats, no pick ups, drop offs, meal prep and planning, laundry, canine exercising, birthday parties, Sunday school, dishes, cleaning, organizing, disciplining, or interrupted sleep.  Aside from going home a few(…)

Updates from 3 a.m.

She had the yogurt dream again. I wake up to “Mommy? Mama?  Mommy?” coming closer and closer down the hallway, and as I try to fully wake up and focus, there is a small, Dory-nightgown clad person standing on my side of the bed. “Gabbie, dude, this is the third time you’ve been up tonight…”(…)