A Sign To A Woman Who’s Given Up On Signs
Somewhere between graduating from college and giving birth to my first child, many of my life’s questions were answered, and so I stopped searching the cosmos for signs. If the light turned green before I had to tap my brake, it
Embarking On “The Great Perhaps”
Packing this week for our move to a solar-powered farm in Wisconsin, I discovered a clear freezer bag stuffed with emails to and from my long-distance fiance; emails that I had printed off in my dorm room before I graduated
Our Big News
As I went through my closet today, culling dresses with yellow sequins and stiff crinoline slips and stacking them on a pile for Goodwill, I thought of that quote by the hippie transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau, “Beware of all enterprises
Five Things I’m Determined To Do Differently With My Second-Born
This week, tending my newborn daughter in the small hours, I contemplated everything I did with my firstborn that I would like to do differently with my second. Miraculously, I only came up with a list of five. If you'd
My Laptop Graveyard
I silently cried in eighth grade while staring at the blank computer monitor because I didn’t know how to turn it on. By my junior year of high school, I knew how to turn the computer on, but that was
Madeleine’s Birth Story
Just like in the movies, the night I went into labor began with a storm. Swirling gray and pink clouds were studded with bolts of lightning that had me scurrying—as much as someone nine months pregnant can scurry—up our gravel
Road Trips, Pregnancy, And Fortune Cookie Wisdom
Flare ups of Braxton Hicks prevented us from traveling far on what was to be my last road trip before my daughter’s birth. But I reasoned that since it had taken me twenty-four hours to give birth the first time,
Letter to My Firstborn Daughter
I sit here at the kitchen table, listening to you playing in your crib when you’re supposed to be asleep. But you can get away with just about anything these days, as I contemplate how quickly our lives are going
For Better or . . . For Change
This past weekend, my sister-in-law let us each take a personality quiz on her computer. I got a great kick out of standing behind my husband’s shoulder and mentally (and sometimes verbally) agreeing or disagreeing as he selected various choices. Earlier,
You Might Be Nesting If…
Two weeks ago, my toddler daughter pointed to the kitchen window and said, “It’s waining.” I stopped cooking and glanced over at the speckled glass. “It’s not raining, Baby,” I said. “The window’s just dirty.” To be honest, I could care