The first ten days after we lost Aurora went like this: I bled.  I slept.  I starved.  I wept.  I bled some more. There was a lot of blood.  Over the span of a day, I lost an estimated two-plus pints →MORE...

To my hubby, We celebrated four years of marriage yesterday.  I feel like two minutes ago I was peeking out the window, seeing you tall and handsome, eager to get this show on the road.  Then I blinked.  Now we’re here. →MORE...

Last night, my parents called me.  Have you seen the fire?, they asked.  Fire?, I said.  Fire, they said.  It’s huge.  It’s in the creek, only a few houses away from you. Thanks, I said.  I love you.  Good-bye. I ran →MORE...

...he will never be under-sexed again.  Oh my.

This was the third year that I celebrated Mother’s Day as a mother or a mother-to-be.  It was pretty awesome.  Flowers.  Omelets.  Mulberries.  Family pictures.  Cards.  Sweet pea seeds.  Hugs.  Gardening.  Laughter.  Phone calls from friends.  Jokes with my grandmother.  Tortillas →MORE...