I can feel it, baby The first inkling that I end and you begin Picking up senses and their accompanying awe Your hands push against the chest You used to require for sleep You lunge for dirt Heart from heart and skin from skin The sinuous route from up to down Until I relent and… Continue reading Departure
We decided a long time ago that we’d do this. We’d have our arguments in front of our kids, so they could see what love looks like when it isn’t very pretty. And so they could see conflict wax and wane and settle and resolve and that equilibrium does get reestablished. But in this moment,… Continue reading The Fight My Kids Heard
I love to cook....on a Friday night with good music, a glass of red wine, a clean kitchen, simple ingredients and a recipe I don't need to scroll for. Oh and the kids are at Grandma's. Often my cooking reality is that something is burning while I'm looking for the missing tablespoon to dip into… Continue reading Kitchen Yoga
Recently I woke in the middle of the night and I was cold. This wouldn't be a big deal if I didn't share my room with an alert 7-month-old. But I do. So it is a big deal. I started the process of silently removing blankets and creeping to the end of my bed for… Continue reading The Right Kind of Discomfort
