Charlotte

Now that we are in the final trimester of this pregnancy, Donald and I have begun preparing Charlotte for the arrival of her infant sibling. It is…not going well. There are aspects of this process that Charlotte understands well and is →MORE...

    1.  After hearing me discuss the Olympics on the phone last Friday, Charlotte asked me what “fuh-nastics” are.  I thought for a moment about how to put gymnastics into terms a three-year-old might understand.  “Well,” I said.  “People dress →MORE...

Yesterday I decided that my goal for the day was to wash the mountain of dirty dishes that has slowly been devouring every square inch of counter space in our kitchen. I know, I know, me and my WILD dreams.  Try →MORE...

We’re a mile into the canyon.  Trees hang thick and green over the trail.  Speckles of sunlight dance along the ground.  A bird to our left is releasing a piercing cry, single loud chirps over and over again. We’re standing in →MORE...

On the first day of her life, I laid her on my belly and let her search for milk.  She quieted and focused her efforts.  She sniffed, mewed, and propelled her body forward until she came to my nipple.  Exhausted by →MORE...