One Thousand Gifts…& Counting
For years I'd filled The Happy Book with hundreds of entries, but as I grew older and the spin-top of my existence began to whirl, this routine was flung into the abyss of too much to do and not enough
Sweat-Soaked Surrender
In the hundred days since my daughter’s birth, there have been times when the sleep snatched from her perpetually hungry lips is not enough, making it a struggle to apply the balm of her smiles to my exhaustion and not
Nothing Like a Mother’s Love
Two nights ago, after nursing my child into a milk coma, I pulled on my thickest socks and softest pajamas, smeared my swollen neck with Vicks VapoRub, and the smell of camphor brought tears to my post-birth eyes. Six weeks
Between Art & Love
I took a literature class in college overseen by a wonderfully eccentric professor with a puffed black bun and a coffee cup coordinating with her rhinestone spectacles who believed that diverging from the syllabus but remaining on topic with what it