Catch me

I once knew a woman. In her thirties, she left a promising career to stay home with her children. She ferried her two young sons from playground to preschool, from lessons to the library. She cooked amazing, complicated meals on weeknights to the chagrin of her fellow mothers (who told her to stop raising the…

Don’t put that word in my mouth

She did it again, God. But this time, my sweet youngest child heard her. And so, I had to speak up not once, but twice. First, to her. Then, to him. It seems the order should have been reversed. You know who I’m talking about. The one who speaks before she thinks. The one that…

Late again

I cried in the car on the way home this morning. One of those mornings you hope a neighbor isn’t traveling the same route you are. And I’m writing about it not in a fit of self-pity (oh, I detest those) but because in this universal human experience, I am sure I am not alone….

Beyond coffee

My day begins with the squeak of a door and the bark of a dog. Teenaged boys are not quiet by nature, but the squeak of the door is my fault entirely. I don’t oil it because it alerts me to people entering and leaving the house. And when you have teenaged boys, you want…