A few days ago, Charlotte came padding down the hallway to me.  “Momma?” she asked.  “Momma, can you teach me how to write?  I want to learn how to write.” “Sure, sweetheart,” I said.  “Do you want to grab a piece →MORE...

In the early months of this pregnancy, most of the daily rhythms that I had gradually established with Charlotte went out the window, but lately Donald and I have been working to reinstitute them. One of the hardest ones to get →MORE...

The antibiotics that I was prescribed on Tuesday night kicked in within the first twenty-four hours.  I still have mild discomfort, which I suppose means that the bladder infection is still being fought off, but overall I feel much better.  Normal →MORE...

After everyone and their mother recommended that glitter glue might be the solution to our glitter woes, we went out and bought a pack of glitter glue and IT IS FUCKING AWESOME.  The end. ** Charlotte is two years and seven →MORE...

I recently started setting aside one day a week to write letters with Charlotte.  Good old-fashioned letters.  To her two uncles and her aunt who live abroad, to her grandparents and great-grandparents who live too far away, to her aunt and →MORE...