Mama

Ode to Birth. And the Life Thereafter.

I feel the light drawing me forward, pushing me gently toward the epitome of bliss that awaits my being when I meet eternity in that thing I have created, that soul I have nurtured. Veins pulse with excitement, the heart races and my body crashes  against the waves of doubt, of breathless fear and awestruck fury. Like the… read more

Happy Little Finds: A Pile of Pink Clothes.

It’s been a week of piles. Piles of laundry. Piles of needs. Piles of junk building up in the car. Piles of goals to meet and messages to respond to. Piles of frustration and running and plopping into bed every night, exhausted. Piles of spilled milk and inside-out clothes to sort. Piles of problems and reasons… read more

Why Do You Cry, Mama?

It’s Saturday and it’s still early. I get up and make some coffee, and lay out my still-sleeping daughter’s clothes for her Christmas program. Everything is fine, until I go online to check my e-mail, and that’s when I see the pictures. The heartbreaking pictures of yesterday’s shooting. We don’t watch the news at our house, and barely any tv, so this is the first… read more

My Mother’s Daughter.

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of my Mom, in the mirror. I catch myself saying things that sound just. like. her. But never am I more my mother’s daughter, than when I am decorating a birthday cake for MY daughter. Well, ok, except when I suddenly decide to bake cookies at nine o-clock on a Saturday night.… read more