Tag Archives: parenthood

Letting Go

Sometimes drawing takes over and writing takes a backseat. I have finished the Greta and the Angels book and and felt pretty good about the drawings, but when the book came, I hated the typeface (Quinn didn’t care). I am … Continue reading

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Suck it UP

Lizzie’s commitment to volleyball has started to rub off on me in unexpected ways (I watched Aaron Rodgers make two hail mary passes and even though I had to Google “hail mary pass” I can now say I have officially watched … Continue reading

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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

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Blink While You Breathe

I have just settled into my seat at Starbucks with the plan of a 2.5 hour grading session while Lizzie is at practice. This image of the kids popped up on my screen. I scrolled to a similar one of them … Continue reading

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In Protest of the Pizza Fundraiser

Putting the fun in fundraiser. Continue reading

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The Neglected Slice

“I love you. You’re my breathing castle. Gentle, so gentle, We’ll live forever.” -Richard Brautigan I teach students how to write artist statements. I teach (TRY to teach) them how important voice is in writing, especially when writing to colleges who … Continue reading

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Crying at Walgreens

“Woah, money won’t do the trick, but it will help. Still, we won’t need it to turn things around.” -The Avett Brothers When I was twenty-four and pregnant with Luke, I supplemented my crap teaching salary by working after school in a … Continue reading

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Luke left home and I didn’t tell you. I left you hanging. I forgot, somehow, to mention that I cried all the way to the airport (tears triggered by this hug goodbye to Quinn): I cried so much when we … Continue reading

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Greta and the Angels

This has been the summer of many small deaths for me, some literal, some not. It has been one of many tears, of worry, of several hours of bad television. I have found a bit of comfort in feeling like my … Continue reading

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Bye, Greta. Back to the Barn.

I always remember my principal’s birthday because it falls on the day that Lolo died and I remember scrolling through Facebook on that day and seeing well wishes mixed with grief. My childhood dog, Casey, also died in July, a … Continue reading

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