Motherhood

Less than two weeks after Charlie was born, my great-aunt knocked on the door.  By the time anyone responded, she was standing there, arms out, with every intention of spending the next few hours cradling the monkey.  “It’s a shame,” she →MORE...

Oct 05, 2009
You know what?  I wish strangers would skip the social niceties of “what a beautiful baby!” and “how old is she?” and “such a classic name!” and would just let me brag about my baby.  I know that I should be →MORE...

For awhile, I lost the camera that I was using to take simple daily snapshots of our lives.  Since I rediscovered it this past week in a drawer, I thought it was time for the next chapter of those twinkling, trivial, →MORE...

Motherhood is awesome and all, but let’s face it: I spend more time getting it down with my washing machine than I do with my husband.  I look at Charlie and think all those wonderfully cliché things about how lovely she →MORE...

Charlotte looks like her father. If I didn’t know better, I would think that he shrank himself and snuck into my uterus and fiddled around with the genetic code, THAT is how much she looks like him.  Do you want to →MORE...