The Little Ones Era

My youngest finished preschool this May. He’s off to kindergarten in the Fall. All my babies, in big kid school. You know how Taylor Swift has her Eras Tour…you may have heard of it? An Eras Tour of Parenthood chapters sure would be interesting. From babies to teens to adulthood – we go through some... Continue Reading →

Healing Beads

Healing We thought our baby-still rolling in my belly-had spina bifida.my friend brought healing bracelets,from Target, not the likeliest placefor numinous cures, butI still trusted the universe,and wrapped the blue beadsaround my wrist, worried, but sure,knowing we would take careof our little one.   And then they told usin a soft green ultrasound roomthat it... Continue Reading →

Uncle Billy

Uncle Billy had a deep voice; I can still hear the way he said our names, the different tones he had depending on the topic, the laughter that snuck in at the end of his comments often – a dry sense of humor and sarcasm with a knowing side eye when he questioned something. Dogs... Continue Reading →

Magic

Remember when everything we played was magical? My dad recently found our old childhood piano sheet music, most of which I don’t remember except for the songs we each got to pick one year. Jordan picked My Heart Will Go On because, hello, Titanic was the most epic movie that had ever been made at... Continue Reading →

Tea

I’m trying tea, but so far I just like the warmth of the mug while I look out the window, and the idea of a ritual that grounds me, and being a part of this community corner - friends and strangers who also love and live by huddling around a warm cup of tea during... Continue Reading →

New Years

I have no idea what day it is. I’m living primarily off cheese and leftovers; the house is a pile of cardboard boxes, wrapping paper, and half-made Lego projects, at least 421 tiny pieces scattered around them. The kids flux between playing harmoniously with their new toys to almost murdering each other over whose turn... Continue Reading →

Dear Abram

It’s been 7 years. It feels like both forever ago, and like surely that much time has not passed since we held your sweet, tiny self earthside. Not even a pound. Hands barely the size of our fingernail. Sometimes I feel a bit angry and bitter, even about the time passing. How dare time march... Continue Reading →

The Best Seat in the House

This was my view for 3 out of the 4 shows. It’s the best seat in the house. I love being able to see from the audience, but my heart is always beyond full after a performance week in the greenroom. I seriously love these days. The kids are always louder than they should be,... Continue Reading →

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