I’m from Michigan, but my boys are not. They are from Washington. I’m from suburban Detroit, and They’re from suburban Seattle. I’m from lakes of every size: small ponds and twinkly blue neighborhood lakes and Great Lakes that stretch farther than the eye can see. They’re from lakes, too, but also rivers and the Sound…
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Who am I not to be?
I walked nervously down the “big kids’” hallway, wearing my plaid skirt and navy sweater, clutching my math book, a pencil, and a folder to my chest. It was my first day in the “advanced math class” with the seventh grade teacher, Mr. Biegun. I was only in fourth grade, but he was taking a…
Mid night
I was sitting on the floor in my room, hunched in front of the computer screen. Tap, tapping away. Answering emails. Trying to polish up a new post. Visiting other sites. Ignoring the clock as it ticked away. My heart skipped half a beat as I heard the cry come simultaneously out of the monitor…
Irrational
Two days ago, I gave away a carload of baby things to a local charity. As I stood there, looking around my garage trying to figure out what to donate, I had this conversation with myself for the five hundred twenty-third time. I should just get rid of the high chair, too. And the co-sleeper….
The Why Goblins
This house is a mess. These clothes make me look terrible. I’m exhausted. These little yellow fireflies of negativity flit through my brain, coming and going throughout the day. I brush them absently away because I have more important things to do than address them: meals to make (though they are often uneaten), clothes to…
