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Quinn’s Song
Lately, when I tuck Quinn in bed, I sing to him. Sean’s been working all night and the older kids tend to be plugged in or never around (or, sigh, living in Seattle), so there are no critics to be … Continue reading
On Mother’s Day, Anne Lamott, You are Mistaken
1971. My parents bring me home from the hospital. 3 months before her first mother’s day. My momma is small. My dad has hair. My dad looks like Luke. This week three things happened that got me thinking about Mother’s … Continue reading
Start. Go Ahead. Push the Button.
August. END of August. The middles are back in school. The pool is deflated. Summer, all but gone. Late, late at night, I stare at this computer screen, thinking of all the things I could be sharing with you about … Continue reading
Maria Montessori Did Not Use a Leash
Last week I finally emptied my iPhone of its photo contents, making more room for songs and videos. As I scroll through the photos I have taken in just the last five days, I am kind of stunned at the … Continue reading
When in Doubt, Moose
I got this tattoo in my mid-thirties when I thought I was done having children. It holds the zodiac signs for each of the kids, plus Sean’s and mine because, well, we made the kids. Clearly, I had no clue … Continue reading
Parent Fail
7:00am the Tuesday Memorial Day. I have packed my daughter’s lunch. I made a marshmallow fluff sandwich on white bread. I tried to disguise my failure by adding bananas and packing a Baggie full of cherry tomatoes…. Sean says that … Continue reading
Instagram Lullaby
9:42. Finally settling down after a long and spirited birthday night. Quinn is next to me in bed, his sweet little cherub of an arm is tucked in the crook of my elbow. He is falling asleep slowly, his breaths … Continue reading
Rumor Has it, It’s Siblings Day
I guess there is something called “Siblings Day?” Fine, here are three of mine. 75% is the best I can do on a Friday night, and if you, like me, have a daughter on the edge of thirteen, you will … Continue reading
Just Another Monday
I ate too many Swedish meatballs. My aunt Shirley watches Quinn while I am teaching and though there are lots of wonderful things I can tell you about her, the main thing that you need to understand is that she … Continue reading
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