I sit on the front porch, relishing the North Carolina green that surrounds me, magnolia trees beginning to show off with blooms up and down, the morning air still crisp from a rain the night before. The girls are noisy rowdy in front of me, wrestling over sidewalk chalk, lost within a world of ... Read More
dear kindergarten mamas
Our babies were wrinkled and tiny and new and now they’re not. Our babies were little and dependent and ours and now they aren’t. We don’t know when it changed, all we know is that it did. It’s like the plane engine humming throughout a flight yet you only realize how loud it was in the air ... Read More
when women wear bikinis
This body of mine has grown and stretched big to make room for these babies of ours. This body has proven its strength, its gentleness, its wild intensity, its resourcefulness as it carries me through each and every day. It has taken care of me and taken care of us and has not let me down, not a ... Read More
love is 8:15 on a Friday night
Friday night, pizza night, sitting on the front porch, twilight wine sipping, watching the kids play, fingers tangled together night. We haven't spoken much since he got home from work, the noise and the constant and the needs and the dinner and the diapers and the "Daddy! Look!" demanding our ... Read More
the scar
Mama, I see your owie. We're sitting in the van, her seat right behind mine. My cancer scar sits just above the neckline of my shirts, so if my hair is up in a top knot (every single day) my scar is right there, uncovered. As she's sitting behind me and I adjust positions, she notices ... Read More
new mamas, there is grace for this, too
A friend of mine is about to have her first baby. She's had all the showers, is closing in on the final weeks, and just finished preparing her baby's nursery and posted some photos of it. It is darling. Coordinated but not forced, cozy but practical, comforting and inviting and life and love ... Read More