Mothering

Election Eve

Tomorrow I will bring my daughters with me to vote for the first female president of the United States. Then we’ll make our way around town trying to avoid anything election related. Because who needs that stress all day long? I’ll reserve the nail biting and pacing for after bedtime. Tonight is ours. We’re going …

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Mothering

Gracias

  Today I am grateful for the young girl at the register at CVS who looked at my purchase and let me know which lice treatment worked for her a few years ago. Today I am grateful to the mom in line behind me who chimed in and let me know her daughter had lice …

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Books Poetry

How To Raise A Bookworm

  Read Alone Together To yourself Outloud Read Books Magazines Quotes Notes Signs Read In bed On the beach On the toilet At the library On a plane On the couch On the go Read By sunlight Flashlight Nightlight Moonlight Read Read Read The end Here are some books we’ve loved lately.  The gentlest story about …

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Being

The Proust Questionnaire

As a little girl, you’d often find me talking to myself, pretending to answer interview questions with the likes of Oprah or Arsenio. I imagined one day I”d be a film star, media obsessed kid that I was, so practicing my interview skills seemed like a no-brainer. As much as I aspired to movie stardom, looking …

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Single Mom Life

An Invitation

My divorce was brutal. Not because my divorce in particular was so hard; but because divorce in general is a massive clusterfuck. Divorce and its aftermath have made this space incredibly quiet. Writing has always been my way of gaining clarity and direction. So not writing about it has been stifling. I have an abundance of stories to tell about …

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Poetry

A Love Letter To Creativity

Dear Creativity, Thank you for being a constant and loyal visitor. Too often I’ve told you “not now,” “there isn’t any time.” But you are patient and persistent. Continue to ignore me; you know my dreams better than I do. I’m a fickle lover these days. I’m still learning to love us. I know idle hands are …

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