A long-running feud exists between Lane and I, and I am claiming neither guilt nor innocence as matters such as these are incredibly complex. Rather, I merely present the facts of a marriage, black and white, you decide. Lane and I graduated high school in 2001. This was a long time ago. All I ... Read More
On Mothering & the Confusing Mess of Exhaustion and Delight
It is evening, it is morning, one day. In the barely-there light of this morning, sun not yet even dancing with the horizon, a baby (fine, fine, a 5-year-old) traipses into my room, and with the pre-dawn light peeking through the blinds, she exclaims “Mommy! Mommy! MOMMA. My tooth? It’s wiggly! ... Read More
The Ordinary Nature of Moving Forward
Saturday morning rhythms and we are in the middle of simplifying and downsizing when I come across a sweatshirt, circa 1991. “LANE. This was my favorite sweatshirt when I was eight. Honest to goodness, I wore it every single day of the third grade.” It occurs to me how many years it has been ... Read More
The Extraordinary Way of Brave Love: Memorial Day 2018
This is no ordinary life we live, I’ll tell you that much. It feels a bit obvious right now, painfully obvious if I’m being honest, as I am surrounded with boxes, yet-to-be-unpacked, in a home that doesn’t quite yet feel like home. We did this dance two years ago and we’ll do it again in ... Read More
In Which Women Prove the Life-Changing Nature of a Simple Question
Ask me why I’m teaching myself to juggle and I can give you three reasons, just like that. 1. My dad can. 2. I want to have a party-trick in my back pocket, ready to bring out at a moment’s notice. Should I ever be on a game show in need of a stupid human trick? Should I ever get involved in ... Read More
the inner workings of a marriage that’s real
The morning is quiet, simple, dark. I wake early, the 5:00 hour preferably, to be in the quiet, the simple, the dark. I arrive there, coffee cup in hand, laptop, well, in my lap, sitting in the still long before the day has any chance to go sideways on me. These are my moments, I tell ... Read More