Missing Home

My nephew cuts the baguette, my father-in-law pours the wine, and the mourning doves coo in the background. It’s a … More

Social Distancing

There are two people at our home who have accepted social distancing without question. Their daily routine has drastically changed. … More

A few gems from my adolescent writing: “Anne Frank’s diary was so cool. Mine is not. Maybe some tragedy will … More

There are certain things that I am afraid to do with my kids. Taking them shopping is one of them. … More

I want to freeze every moment of your baby years. I want to tuck the sound of your first little … More

The mental birthing plan that I had made for our first child went something like this: lower self into birthing … More

Mornings with our toddler and baby are so full of highs and lows that it feels like we are all … More

I write a lot about our son. He has been around a little longer and is quite the character. But … More

I loathe my husband’s business trips. He travels about once a month and has done so for the past eight … More

It’s 2 AM and you awake folded like origami around your feverish toddler with a sandpaper tongue from singing his … More

When I started dating Pierre in Minnesota, we would occasionally go to a fancy French cheese counter. He bought gooey … More

And in a way, birth is preparing us for life itself. Both are agonizing, messy, humiliating but beautiful.