We’ve Got Time

There’s an unfinished plastered over patch of wall in the girl’s bedroom that mocks me. It’s from some work we had done–LAST YEAR–where I breezily said to the wanting-to-go-home contractor “oh sure, I can take care of that!” Easy peasy lemon squeezy. It’s still there. Every time I see it I hate myself a little…

Seasons of the Thrill

  It’s 3:00AM, our bedroom, any night, and I hear a noise. “Nick, did you hear that?” I ask, hoping that the noise was just a remnant of the dream I was having about Brendan Fraser and fried chicken because I would really like to go back to it. Nick doesn’t answer. The noise happens…

How to Clean Your Countertops

I spend an absurd amount of my time wiping my countertops. I haven’t seen any official studies, but I have a working theory that motherhood is 23% wiping countertops. And while it’s true that I do my share, you will have to take my word for it because you really would never know by looking…

Losing It All Gracefully

One hot night a couple of weeks back, I watched Maria lose her championship game. I don’t mean she was on a team that lost the game, although I suppose that is also true. No, I mean she was the last up in a game where her team was down by 4 runs with two…

Raising a Revolution

  You guys. It’s been a week, hasn’t it? This is some hard, heavy shit. I’m sad and I’m scared and more than both of those things, I’m so unbelievably tired. I want to go to bed and pull the covers up over my head and cry until everything has been purged and then sleep until…

Blog News

  June has been a great month for me in the “quest to become a real writer so I can primarily work from home with no pants on” department. Here are the highlights, for those of you keeping track. Also, I love you. Erma Bombeck’s Writing Workshop My post Teaching the Children Well (originally published here) …