...but then I had kids

My babies are giants. When they hug me, I am still surprised by the scratchy stubble, broad backs, and nearly-grown-men muscles. But they ar...

When my children were little, I was exhausted from all the work:  pottytraining, playdates, homework, bake sales, sleepless nights. I worrie...

Ten years ago this month, my sister was diagnosed with breast cancer. We had no family history. She did not have a lump. And they only found...

Today my babies went to high school together. The same babies for whom I started this blog. The same babies I thought would never grow up an...

  I used to sneak into your room while you slept your chubby little arms up over your head in relaxed tiny fists the dimples on your cheeks ...

You turned thirteen today. When you were in my belly, I used to tell your Daddy: "This one is gonna be mine." Your brother always ...

In honor of our departure tomorrow for our second trip to Hawaii with the boys... ...a throwback post explaining how my love for these islan...

Cinco de Mayo always gave us an excuse to act like college kids. Imagine a bunch of forty-year-olds running around in bathing suits and gian...

I wrote this in 2010 and it was originally posted here, as part of a love letter blogging challenge. Eleven years ago, and this--all of th...

I've been revisiting a lot of my old writing lately. Since I recently started taking online writing workshops, I needed to carve out som...