This last week we’ve been hanging out at a sweet spot just a couple hours away. I chose it because of the stream running by—big enough to splash in but small enough that it didn’t set off any alarms in that “I could drown your children” way. I had visions of sitting on the deck… Read More Summer vacation, when doing the dishes is fun
My nearly 4-year-old J has really been getting to me lately. God love him, he knows how to push my buttons. (Perhaps anyone’s buttons–because really, who likes being communicated with in a steady stream of whiiiINE?) I’ve found myself wishing, at times, that I had a different child. One less kinetic, less fiery. One less… Read More On being tipsy and resenting children and Eckhart Tolle
1) I had 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep last night. My dearest A. took the first nighttime shift with my new dearest baby C. who is taking a bottle like a champ. 2) Rather than trying for 2 hours to put C. to sleep between the hours of 5 and 7 a.m., I just held… Read More Small victories for a new mother of 2
Two weeks ago today, I had a baby. He’s right over there, in bed next to me. Two weeks and one day ago, I agreed with my midwives that the home birth I had hoped for was not the safest option, and I sobbed while I packed my hospital bag. Three weeks ago, I was… Read More How I came to love the hospital birth that I didn’t want, Part 1
Step right up and head on over to Get Born for my latest post! Topics discussed include and are not limited to: yoga retreats, the word “escrow,” feeling numb to all feelings, Pretty White Kids With Problems and my love of hamburgers.
Over the past few years, I’ve developed an increasingly intimate relationship with my brain. Thanks to my friend D, who introduces me to at least half of the things I love the most in the world, I started going to meditation and dharma talks led by this guy. The practice of just sitting with my… Read More Why I take my brain out for dinner. And what we talk about. And what we eat.
I spend most of my days doing housework. For the last 2 years, I’ve wrestled with what that means about my identity and value in the world. After my recent reality tv bender, I found that doing the dishes isn’t the worst thing on earth after all.