Post Bedtime

This is not a narrative I feel comfortable owning. My life, our four-family, this home is so filled with awesome. I need to be clear that my own four-family is not connected to this advice. We are all safe and loved. Ridiculously adored, and over-loved in an effort to avoid multiple generations of this level… Continue reading I Only Know 17 Things: What I’ve Learned about Abuse →

You still clean my car. Tonight we were both snuggling a tiny on the couch and we shared a moment, a quick glance that was a reaffirming realization that this is as good as it gets.... I'm so tremendously grateful for you. I hope you feel half of that in return. You are the shining… Continue reading Happy Father’s Day, Sweet Friend →

Work your magic, magic makers. My girlinas are pretty feral at this point. O didn't want dinner, and Oo thought a bath was a preposterous idea. We did feed and bath them after much debate. They have watched too many shows. They have played outside for hours. We accomplished zero reading goals. Bedtime is around… Continue reading They are feral. I’m so sorry teachers. →

It's no secret that I love the fall. I love everything New England provides. Like good New Englanders we start fall early, and we send tiny humans to school in August. We are over achievers. I'm pro the post Labor Day school start. My girlinas do not return until next week. My tiny humans are… Continue reading Back to school, and I have no idea if I served them. →

I am looking backwards on a fairly insane 20ish months that I have survived (and even thrived in at times). In the last ten months, I finished grad school, started a new job with a steep learning curve, added a commute, sent the baby to school, survived MRSA, and I have had mountains of personal… Continue reading Put on Your Own Oxygen Mask… Or Whatever They Call It. →