There are moments of sweetness I can hardly describe. The kind of sweetness that aches, that wraps its tiny fingers around your heart and squeezes a little bit too hard. It’s the sweetness of endings and beginnings. Of beginnings as endings. My sister had a baby this week, and I was there. She rested her… Read More Waxing poetic about time, treasure and sisters
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
I go through cycles as a parent when I feel unfettered and fabulous and others that leave me worried, ashamed and inept. The last few months have been the latter, and I’ve done what I usually do when I’m utterly baffled by raising my son–I place a minimum of 5 parenting books on hold at… Read More Read it: Tears and Tantrums
Maybe you thought this was going to be about the whole escrow, buying a house thing. But it’s not. (That is happening by the way, but at this point, it has dragged on for so terribly long, I’m boycotting the whole thing and demoting it from announcement status. And if this piqued your curiosity about… Read More Big Announcement Number Two
Well, thanks to all of your helpful comments responding to my cry for help, things are going a bit better on the sleep front. Your suggestions reminded me of something that I knew deep down in my heart–J is getting bigger all the time, and I will probably always be a few steps behind, thinking… Read More Toddler sleep update
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’m sitting in my parents’ house in Durango, Colorado listening to and breathing in the most dramatic–and as my friend M would say–crackling rain storm. The sky has been working up to this all day, with breezy gusts and grumbles. As I was walking through the relaxed, green neighborhoods here, looking out over the rocky,… Read More My soul place
