Trader Joes has my number on many things, but most recently, an evil temptress of a friend introduced me to Dark Chocolate Covered Marshmallows. I’m okay at exorcising the sugar demon of…
Category: <span>Motherhood</span>
I was all queued up to write the teary essay about my oldest venturing off to Kindergarten. I had the tears all shed. I had the words mostly summoned. And then…
Little Friend informs me she doesn’t think I’d make a very successful preschooler. We discuss my viable candidacy as we walk to her first day of Pre-K. Little One happily…
I left my kids. As I drove away from the house, Little Friend clung awkwardly, the way only four-going-on-two-year-olds can do, to her grandma’s hip. She sobbed. Little Friend is…
I’ve discovered this totally awesome thing about dirt: it doesn’t age. Better yet, most of it doesn’t mold, spoil, or flit away on other errands. Once it lands someplace, it…
I have a perfect mom who lives inside my head. Her name is Elisabeth, which is what my name totally would be, had I been born perfect. She looks a…