Mom Jeans and Foster Care

Ever feel like you say YES to something and then wonder just moments later what in the world you were thinking? Like that one time I bought mom jeans – I went home and looked in the mirror and thought, “Yeaaaah, that was a mistake.” But I never returned them. They just sat there on…

Rest is a Weapon

Recently my kindergartner was reading a book to me and sped through a sentence so fast she might as well have been reading in Cantonese. She exhaled after she did this, though, and quietly said, “Just slow down … Slow.Down,” and then read that sentence again in plain English. Witnessing this impressive maturity, I naturally started…

A Rule Breaker’s New Year’s Resolution

New Year’s resolutions have never been my thing (basically because I pretty much resist anything that resembles a rule), but on January 1st this year, things changed: I turned into Shrek on my way to the Children’s Museum and knew something had to give. In my defense, it was “that time of the month”, and my kids…

When the tree falls…

When the tree falls…does it make a sound? I assure you, it does make a sound. And it sounds a whole lot like bones breaking, branches snapping, and voices wailing. At least that’s how it sounded to me, anyway, after my 5-year old fell out of a tree, broke her femur and wrist, went into surgery,…

What’s at the bottom of YOUR kombucha bottle?

Recently a friend of mine told me that before she knew me she thought I was “too crunchy” to befriend. “Me? Crunchy?” I said to her. “I wear shoes and deodorant and don’t use Tom’s toothpaste.” “But you drink kombucha, right?” She had me there. But who wouldn’t?! It’s carbonated, full of probiotics, and is…

Marriage is Hard!

My husband and I have always used traditional anniversary gift ideas as inspiration for our presents.  For example, on year 4, the gift is fruit…so I gave my husband Fruit of the Loom underpants. Naturally. On year 10 , it’s tin, so of course I made him a homemade TINfoil photo book. (Clever, right?). And…

Swimsuit shopping with a post-baby bod

Every time I go swimsuit shopping I swear Bill Withers sings, “Aint No Sunshine when she’s gone“, in my dressing room. And by “gone”, he’s talking about my pre-baby body. (Don’t be smilin’ Bill. You’ve never had diastasis recti.) For real. I don’t even know why I go swimsuit shopping anymore. I should just wear a…

Motherhood is a 1908 Victorian

A mom is born overnight, while motherhood is a process. Motherhood doesn’t come with a set of prefab instructions like a Lego house, nor does it come with happy little Lego heads with perfectly coiffed hair. No. Motherhood is more like a 1908 Victorian: it’s character and charm are built on solid ground that’s established…