So Craig and I are sitting outside of a cafe in downtown Portland. We’ve just finished taking a tour of the amazing waterfalls and a boy/man of about 21 sits down next to us with his parents.
…in the end, everything is going to be fine…
There’s nothing like flying that reminds you that you’re not in control.
And today she’s 10.
So many of you walked through the pregnancy and the birth of Lila with me on this blog. Remember my produce reports? And my Lila Lunes weekly updates? Oh friends, today she’s 10. Can you even believe it? Ten years…
Another blog post about grief and loss.
Bad things, hard things… happen.
They just do.
And they hurt.
Mother’s Day Memories: I’m your mom, not your friend.
“I’m not your friend, I’m your mom.” Growing up there were a series of statements that I vehemently vowed not to repeat to my children after hearing them from the lips of my now deceased Mom. (I smile as I…
Grief as a Grown up.
“Kylee, I’m not going to be around much longer.” :: Today I’m thinking about that day in my childhood room that my Dad sat down on my bed to tell me that he was going to die. :: My second-floor…
What They Say. Volume 12.
I like to record what my girls say out loud. I know I’m going to look back one day and miss their little quips. Here are some recent exchanges of note: Vivienne 8, Lila 9. Cue: Natalie Merchant’s, “…These are the…
Feeling like an imposter: It’s not just you.
We all feel like we’re not enough every now and then. Here’s my take on imposter syndrome.
2019 Oscar Red Carpet Fashion Recap
Edited 2-25-2019 10:30 am First of all, this show needed a host. Trevor Noah? Tina Fey? Susanne Wang who used to host House Hunters back in the day? I bet she’s free. I just felt lost during the broadcast. (“Broadcast”? I’m apparently 73.)…
So, the girls were in a talent show.
I never participated in a legit talent show when I was a kid. Tight-rolling my jeans crisply or reciting every character’s part from Grease or organizing the linen closet weren’t exactly performances that would enthrall an audience. BUT, my girls…
