Joyful Noises and Head Colds

I smell like swimming pools and Marc Jacobs perfume. I have a horrible cold in August and a roll on perfume thing. So I'd roll it on and think, "I don't smell anything. Is it broken?" and then roll again just for good measure. Ten minutes later my nose started working again and I was overpowered … Continue reading Joyful Noises and Head Colds

The Sound of Hoppy-ness and Joy

Once upon a time, I was very sad and everything was very dark, even the sky. The window was open, and I lay in bed under my blanket, feeling the whisper-cool of the night air and listening to the sprinklers count fourth notes in the distance. It was quiet, it was dark, peaceful and somber. … Continue reading The Sound of Hoppy-ness and Joy

I’m Not Always The Bluebird of Happiness, But When I Am I Use Exclamation Marks Excessively

I didn't want to take my son to school today. It's dreary outside and I have a head cold and hair to match. I dragged myself out of bed and threw the other two children in the car without shoes. They were still wearing their pajamas. I loaded children, arguing with the three year old … Continue reading I’m Not Always The Bluebird of Happiness, But When I Am I Use Exclamation Marks Excessively

For When You Aren’t Quite Ready To Face The Cat Litter

As I type this I'm trying to find a spot for my coffee in on a desk full of remote control devices. The remote control helicopter is being charged in my computer's USB port that I have specifically reserved for my Kindle in my mind. No one asks a mother what she has reserved in … Continue reading For When You Aren’t Quite Ready To Face The Cat Litter

When You Don’t Bow You Miss Babies And Other Low To The Ground Things

I just thought you should know, when I started blogging I was somewhere else.I was almost lost, and entirely hopeless. In my dark place I learned to write, to live in the neat boarders that come with punctuation marks and paragraphs. I counted the pearlescent lotion bottles on the messy bathroom counter as gifts, and … Continue reading When You Don’t Bow You Miss Babies And Other Low To The Ground Things

Because My Kitchen Smells Like Bug Spray and There’s a Stranger In My Shower

Some days are expensive.We had to call the plumber (he came at 8 p.m.) and my arch enemies (ants) invaded my Nutella. The time change sucked the sleep out of us, everyone was cranky, a little less wealthy, and one shower down from our usual pair.We consoled ourselves with goat cheese and cranberries, table grapes and fire … Continue reading Because My Kitchen Smells Like Bug Spray and There’s a Stranger In My Shower

Thankful Things In Season

There's sausage on the stove and a baby on the floor.Summer sweats and sings, "Hold the pumpkins! Hold the spice!"But the Season's ending, the seasonings are beckoning, so it's nutmeg and cinnamon with a hint of hazelnut.In September we wander the dairy at duskand console ourselves with dirt and hay, some brand new spots.The world's … Continue reading Thankful Things In Season

Get Out Of My Head Freddy Mercury! (Why Mothering Is A Great Profession)

"I have a sparkle prize for you," he says, placing a closed fist on my desk.I look.I look harder."It's pretend," my three year old informs me, "the prize I gave you is a sparkle prize."I smile. I'm sitting in my ratty wicker chair, the one with an appropriated couch pillow to prevent poking.  I'm trying … Continue reading Get Out Of My Head Freddy Mercury! (Why Mothering Is A Great Profession)

When Life Hands You Ear Balls, Make Pearls

Shel, my two-year old, loves earrings, but he's no jeweler. When Grandma visits, he touches her pearl adorned ears, calls them "ear balls", and refuses to be corrected. We laugh.Photo of the fascinating "ear ball"It's a classy term for those luminous miracles from the bottom of the sea...right?Maybe I do that sometimes. Maybe I see something … Continue reading When Life Hands You Ear Balls, Make Pearls

The Cricket and the Ice Cream Cone

When it gets dark and quiet, and all the world sleeps, I am awake. I look out my window and see the moon, almost full and almost bright, illuminating the passing clouds and shining down on my street, my house, and my cricket.The cricket sings outside my bedroom window and in the middle-night hours when … Continue reading The Cricket and the Ice Cream Cone