Fear crouches in my chest. The voices start up: who do you think you are? Why don’t you get a real job? You are going to embarrass yourself. You should be spending more time with your kids instead of writing. Really? You guys again? I think. With my recent recommitment to writing, I feel more […]
image by Bas van de Wiel For John Witham I first set eyes on Portland on Valentine’s Day of 1998. I was 23. A friend and I were road tripping across America, and I wanted to see the city I’d read about in Stephen King novels. We arrived in the evening, taking Congress Street to […]
Image by Hazel Bregazzi If my four-year-old son, Max, had his way, I would never: Hug anybody besides him and Violet Talk to anybody besides immediately family, but mostly himFinish telling Scott a story or listening to Scott tell me a storyLaugh about anything funny unless he is trying to make me laughDo anything fun […]
Yesterday, I stood outside and chatted with a friend whose children are the same age as mine. She was getting ready to leave for a family trip. As she talked about staying in a hotel room with the kids and how she and her husband would probably have to go to bed at the […]
image by Martin Peters Last weekend, I went to the first Maine Yoga Fest. My husband’s work was a sponsor of the new event, and we were fortunate to receive some free passes for the weekend. My husband and I were supposed to go to Goddess Yoga together on Saturday. But right as we […]
image by Fran Linden …on over to Love for Lemons. I’m talking about why middle age is a good time to take up running… or something new.
Shake your trunk– I’m over at the elephant journal today. Come see! Leave a comment, if you dare!
“Do you want that little sundress for Vi? The one you wore in Spain when you were little?” my mom asked yesterday morning. My mom disappeared into the basement for several minutes, then came back holding it. The small white dress boasted Spanish looking red and green embroidery and was sprinkled with pink and yellow […]
Last winter when a friend was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer, friends were asked to send mail. I sat down with Max at the dining room table with a few blank sheets of paper and a pile of crayons. “Do you want to make a drawing for our friend? He’s not feeling well,” I […]
“They each come with their own sack of love,” my mom always said. “Having Violet won’t take away love from Max or Scott,” she promised, knowing I was nervous about the transition of becoming a mother of two. Loving another child was one of the few things I wasn’t terribly worried about. I knew […]