Last night at 8pm, I was laying on our bed, between the white sheets - nursing the baby. Tim had just said evening prayers and tucked in the three older girls. "Check on me in three minutes," they chirped down the hall to him. "I will," he answered. A few moments later, I heard the tnk-tnk […]
Writer's Block Someone asked me, "What do you do when writer's block ails you?" I blinked, surprised. Ideas float around me - in my sleep, the shower, the running path. Poignant lines bewitching titles full plots - I try to keep them. The only thing that blocks my way is Time. a poem by stephanie sheaffer
I went to Sephora for the first time today. Tim and the kids waited outside in the car with the air-conditioning running - and I ran in to try to get "color-matched" for a tinted moisturizer. At thirty-four years old, I still don't wear any make-up besides my signature red lipstick. In part, I've just never wanted […]
At 3:37am on a Thursday morning, I woke up with the chills. As my body was overtaken by gentle shaking and I lay on my side, I knew today would be the day. "We're going to have a baby today," I whispered to Tim across the bed as my contractions began in short order. He […]
Dear K, I wanted so desperately to make your double-digit birthday special. Ten, after all, is something special. As you put it, you have now lived an entire decade. Ten more of the same and you'll be twenty - in college or married or traveling the world. When I look back, I have no regrets […]
Dear Tim, When you slipped a ring on my finger fourteen and a half years ago, I had no hesitation. None. "'Til death due us part" seemed much too short even then. You have only gotten better with age - smarter, funnier, wiser, and more successful. A man of projects, you have the very unique […]