Tag Archive: motherhood

spilled milk | sleep

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.  ― Arthur O’Shaughnessy, Ode We snuggled up in my bed for an afternoon nap last week, a rare (and delightful) occurrence these days. With… Read More

spilled milk | mess

I’m thrilled (and honored and any other exciting adjective) to announce my invitation to collaborate on this beautiful project, Spilled Milk.  “Spilled Milk is a collaborative photography blog, featuring a collection of photographs… Read More

F O U R!

The other night at dinner, you sat by my side — not necessarily a coveted position these days because you tend to use your neighbor more for a napkin than a conversation partner… Read More

you are my sunshine

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. -Kurt Vonnegut It’s mid-February and already our trees… Read More

seeking quiet.

Olive’s crying right now. For the second time, I’ve returned her to her bed for rest, a quiet both of us need. I’ve seen this phase out of daytime sleep on the horizon… Read More

a letter about family meals: a mother’s legacy

Mom, You blew into our daily lives for a brief three days last week to help Kristen and me collect pieces of our days and time. With each visit, I try to take… Read More

{this moment}: a slow, snugly morning

{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo (or group of photos) capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired… Read More

lately

1. soaking up tender moments with the kids. 2. keeping meals simple at home. 3. inspired by pink. 4. reading My Ántonia by Willa Cather. 5. pocketing advice from the walls of Jimmy… Read More

heads down, feet off the ground: a day in our home-schooling life

I’ve had several requests to post a “day in our life,” and it actually surprised me how difficult it was to log a full day’s activity! But I did it, even though this… Read More

the trouble with imaginary belly buttons

Garfield, Blythe, age 5, crayons and ink pen “Mom!” Blythe’s running at me, distraughtly waving a piece of paper. “Mom! I’m throwing away my Garfield drawing!” “Your what?” “My Garfield drawing.” I’m baffled (and… Read More

lately

  I’m slowing down to take it all in.

lately

1. drinking Saint Arnold’s Spring Bock. 2. wearing Booties. 3. trying to eat more veggies. 4. playing outdoors with my family. 5. reading Quiet: The Power of Introversion in a World that Can’t Stop… Read More

{this moment}: morning snuggles.

{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)

three.

Or “phree,” as you might say, holding your three fingers high in the air, as if to warn the world before you, “I’m coming!” And the world ought to prepare, Olive, for what’s… Read More

seven.

Seven years, Burke? Could it really be seven years since I held your new six pound frame, so fragile and unknown to me? Is it that possible for seven years to now stand… Read More

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