If I know anything now, it’s that everyone has been emotionally cheese grated. You included. I think that’s what bonds us.  …unless there is a pandemic, then ammo and sourdough starters bond us. Experiencing real grief for the first time was my most recent of these experiences. Very poetically speaking, grief is life’s real double

Okay, hi. Did you make it through my previous post? That was a long one. Now we can have some real talk. …because this is maybe the sloppiest post I’ve ever written. I just can’t make it flow, like the OMGIHAVENTSEENYOUINTHREEYEARSHOWAREYOU kind of conversation you yell at your long lost friend at school pickup: both

Published October 2018 To my babies, It’s my wish that you never feel any pain, any true sorrow. As anyone knows, you know, life. It will happen. (I’m your mom, so I have to tell you about what to do about this. It will be included in the “Life Skills” pamphlet I’ll be giving you in kindergarten, later published in a larger

Published May 2018 Our library has a fun story time program for young kids. …and judging by the squealing Honda Odyssey tires in the parking lot, it’s not as rainbow-y as it sounds. Story Time at our library is a short program for parents and toddlers that involves a little dancing, singing, reading, poems, and a take home

Published March 2018 I once read that time unwatched is its own treasure. It’s a double edged sword, that time unwatched thing. I cycle through both sides of it every day. Although the “unwatched” detail is a bit unintentional in my situation, due in part to being frazzled with three kids four and under, I’ve very much treasured this

Published January 2018 My Little Girl, We are getting anxious for your arrival. I know you’ll be joining our family soon, purely based on my polar opposite emotions: sudden, irrational worrying about really stupid things, followed by an overwhelming desire to lie down and not care, and back to the panicked feeling of unpreparedness that impairs my ability to just lie down…all during the consumption of