Wake early. Make coffee. Notice the sunlight warming your shoulders through the kitchen window. Choose one album whose story you can follow as you putter: cook, start laundry, find a million dirty cups. Press play. Feel your shoulders, hips, stockinged feet begin to move. Pull your snarled hair up and secure. Smile at your reflection … Continue reading
Like love in a John Green novel, my parenting days have unfurled slowly, then all at once. Continue reading
I am jealous of the disaster-level snowstorm that is now descending upon the mid-Atlantic. I, of course, know that big storms bring big problems, and that people and structures are put in danger because of these storms. I don’t wish that upon anyone. What I am jealous of is the stop-everything-gather-food-and-family-and-do-not-leave-home imperative. You see, I … Continue reading
