One decade ago, we were young mothers. We were writers. We were poets. We were artists.
We were sharing our hearts, not our top tens.
We treasured and responded to each comment, rather than responding to PR pitches.
We left comments to build friendship, not to build traffic.
We … [Read More...]
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 … [Read More...]
Someone asked me,
"What do you do
when writer's block
I blinked, surprised.
Ideas float around me -
in my sleep, the shower,
the running path.
full plots -
I try to keep them.
The only thing
that blocks my … [Read More...]
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. … [Read More...]
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 knew.
After … [Read More...]