“They grow up so fast” I hear from everyone. My parents, my friends, other moms at the pool, the sweat-drenched mailman, the harried grocery store clerk, the homeless woman. It’s…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
I have a confession to make: I’m taking the easy way out with today’s post. I’m stealing some memories from my France 2006 travel journal rather than writing brand new…
Certain things are meant to come in pairs: “Burt + Ernie”, “almond butter + apricot jam”, “Fred + Ginger”, “Mazeroski + home run”, “goat cheese + my tummy”, to name…
Little Friend’s toes are knocking the tips of her shoes. When I attempt to shove one of her compliant feet into her too-small shoes, she gives me a squawk and…
And now for something completely different. A series of 100-word “postcards” from my weekend solo trip to New York City. I don’t have a sippy cup. I’m out of wipes. …
“‘I’m glad it’s wick!’ she cried out in her whisper. ‘I want them all to be wick. Let us go round the garden and count how many wick ones there…