Late October in the Midwest can be tricky, but the day was unseasonably warm. Gold and scarlet leaves skittered across the grass. The gray, overcast sky gave off the kind of light perfect for photographs. Really though, the weather didn’t matter – my world glittered. The swirl and rush of the morning – the hair, the makeup, the dress – cloaked me in a fine dust of sugar and spice and everything nice. Clutching an astounding bouquet of blood red roses, I floated down the aisle, the air buzzing with expectation, like in the moments just before the sky lights up with the most brilliant fireworks. Continue reading
This week my essay To the Furious Mom in the Target Parking Lot was featured on the Brain, Child Magazine blog and boy, am I excited about it! I’ve been a big fan of Brain, Child for about 12 years — ever since Ella was born. As a new mom, the essays on those pages opened my eyes to the profound connections motherhood could foster among women, even women who don’t know each other in real life.
My essay is about witnessing a mom of four smack-dab in the middle of her anger and wanting her to know that she is not alone. She yelled, she shoved, she stomped, but instead of judgement, I found myself feeling compassion for this woman because I’ve been there — we all have. I hope you find something in the piece that resonates with you and if you do, please share it.
Thanks for reading!
Nothing says “screw you terrorists” like Lovely Lilah blowing bubbles on the sidewalk in Tribeca with the Freedom Tower in the background. Continue reading
I am in New York City for five days on my own with my three girls and I have big plans – plans that include art and history, bright lights, pastrami and, most of all, falling in love.
I love Manhattan. I love the horizontal vastness and the way the tops of the buildings frame the sky, creating gorgeous works of ever changing art. I love the smell of street corner hotdogs and pretzels and in the winter, roasted chestnuts. I love the surge of the crowd in a crosswalk and the jostle and clank of the subway. I love standing on the corner to hail a cab and watching them unfurl down Park Avenue like yellow streamers. I love the bursts of color in the planters along the fancy side streets on the Upper East Side. Continue reading
A collection of what’s winged its way across my path and got me thinking, grinning and gearing up.
I Just Got a Book Deal. Here’s What I’ve Learned by Rob Boffard on Medium: “Unfortunately, the key thing to have if you’re going to survive as a published author is patience. You have to have the forbearance and outlook of the Zen monk.”
How Do I Know What’s Bullying and What’s Normal Conflict? by Carrie Goldman on Motherlode: As a parent, I find myself up against this question often. I tend to intervene quickly and emotionally with the goal of squashing anything that maybe even remotely seems like bullying. This article gave me the tools to determine whether a behavior really is bullying or simply conflict that my girls need to learn how to resolve on their own. Continue reading
A collection of what’s winged its way across my path and got me thinking, grinning and gearing up.I Have Become “That Mother” on Instagram: This essay isn’t really about Instagram. It’s about recognizing your true self in the middle of motherhood and knowing you haven’t been swallowed whole but maybe suffered a few minor and not so minor cuts and bruises. Janelle Hanchett of Renegade Mothering is one of my absolute favorite writers. Enjoy her.
Mary Oliver Shares a Poem From Her New Collection, Blue Horses: I am a fan of Mary Oliver because of my lovely friend Laurie Wagner who often offers Mary’s poetry as a jumping off point for our weekly Wild Writing class. At 79, Mary Oliver is still on fire. Continue reading