To The Invisible Mamas

I see you, mama. I see you. I see the way you put your blinders on, focused dead straight ahead as you push your screaming child through the store. I see the way you frantically push from one department to another, trying to get your errands done as quickly as...

The First Eight Years

To my husband, on our anniversary: Is there any way that I can write what I want to say to you? I’m going to try, because that’s just what I do, but before I do I want to tell you a story. It’s a story in progress, right now, right here, in Panera as...

Ways Along the Way

When I was in kindergarten, we lived just a few blocks from the school. Every morning, after filling my little belly with rolled eggs (the rest of the world calls them omelets) and taming my thick hair into a top-knot ponytail, my mom would load my sister and me...

Little Things

My little girl is sick, so we’re homebound today for the second day in a row. On days like this, I tend to crave something bigger – something to break the monotony – something to change things up and make life more interesting. I – and maybe...

What I Need

This morning, as Mother’s Day approaches, I’m reflecting some on my own motherhood – especially the changes and feelings that occupied my mind in those first bleary-eyed weeks.  Curious about all I had forgotten, I revisited something I wrote when I...

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