DON’T TELL ME Please don’t tell me I should hug, Don’t tell me I should care. Don’t tell me just how grand I’d feel If I just learned to share. Don’t say, “It’s all right to cry,” “Be kind,” “Be fair,” “Be true.” Just let me see YOU do it, Then I just might do it too. […]
:: the post before the post :: I wrote an earlier version of this post over a year ago, when I came thisclose to starting this blog but never pulled the trigger…mostly out of fear. Then a couple days ago I had a brief email exchange with a college friend and brand-new mom about how […]
This is a conversation I had with myself in the closet this morning. Self: Dude, your closet is a disaster. Me: What are you talking about? It’s not that bad … most things are hanging on hangers or folded in piles, I have access to everything I need. I love this closet. It’s huge. It’s […]
When our firstborns were toddling into their second year, my friends and I discussed how weird it is that all kids learn that slightly deranged, fire-coming-out-of-those-sweet-baby-blues way of saying “MINE!” somewhere between twelve and eighteen months. Even the kids who aren’t in daycare and don’t have older siblings somehow pick it up somewhere and all […]
I am parent to a fearful child and also an immeasurably brave one, and they are one and the same. Girl Powers is careful, cautious, deliberate, skeptical and very often fearful. She has been this way since the first signs of stranger anxiety showed up at around five months old. She is socially selective, opening […]
This post by me on how I’ve turned into a crazy psycho about sleep went up this morning over at Scottsdale Moms Blog. Enjoy! Also, I think I skipped a whole SMB post a couple weeks back … this one. And somewhere in there I had a guest post over at GalTime.com about how not to […]
When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more. At the Sea-Side :: Robert Louis Stevenson
Usually I put up a pic AND a quote … this time, the pic IS the quote, as seen on the wall at the Children’s Museum of Phoenix during our visits there last weekend. Happy Friday!
Like every iPhone-wielding wannabe hipster mom, I am completely obsessed with all the apps that turn your iPhone photos into artsy-fartsy retro-looking snapshots. It’s seriously addicting. I had a rocky start with Hipstamatic – my pictures always looked like the ones I took in college with a disposable camera after drinking six vodka cranberries. Instagram is […]
July 5 2001 Dear 21-year-old me, Tonight (well, actually, in the wee hours of tomorrow morning, but don’t worry – you’re young, you’ll be awake) you will kiss a boy. The setting won’t be anything spectacular – a fraternity house rooftop sun deck furnished with smelly couches of dubious descent and littered with Busch Light […]
IG, babyAre you an Insta-addict? Me too!
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