Memories

Jun 03, 2010
It is morning and I am putting the flag up on the mailbox as I drop in a letter.  The baby could wake any moment, so I am running across the grass on my tiptoes and slip in the front door.  →MORE...

My weekend was lovely… ...for plenty of reasons, but mostly because Charlotte started giggling with excitement when I sang “What a Wonderful World” to her.  I listened to my father play that song on a turn table when I was little.  →MORE...

It seems like I am constantly running into mothers whose children are grown and gone.  Enjoy it, they tell me, because this will pass quickly.  Cherish her while she is small, they say, because soon she will have a tiny one →MORE...

Mar 08, 2010
Seeing the two pink lines on the pregnancy test did not do it.  Feeling the first subtle kicks of a thriving life within my body did not do it.  Watching my belly expand for months did not do it.  Hearing the →MORE...

Jan 19, 2010
The thing that really sticks out in my memory of that morning is this: it was immensely difficult to pick out an outfit.  The days have marched on, one after another, but I will never forget that.  I opened my closet →MORE...