Tweet This picture, while it is of bedtime, is not specifically related to this post. I love it, though, because it demonstrates the kids sleeping on the floor when we visited our closest friends’ house this winter. This is a classic move from my family, to unroll a sleeping bag and crash, and I’m quite [...]
Tweet I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend words of the wounding without having these words become the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that [...]
Tweet I love minutiae. I’ve answered the Vanity Fair Proust Questionnaire before, but that was two years ago. I love it and wanted to do it again. Clearly some answers will never change, while others fluctuate with the years of our lives. I would love to hear any and all of your answers! What [...]
Tweet Long shadows as the sun goes down on our last night at Legoland. Light and dark, shadows lengthening, the days growing shorter. The earth spins and spins. And we stand, aghast and amazed, in a little bit of terror and a huge amount of wonder. Email this post
Tweet Most mornings, I walk Grace and Whit into their respective school buildings. Occasionally, if I have to make it to an early meeting or something, I do “live drop off” instead, letting them hop out of the car while I idle at the curb. For some reason this always brings tears to my eyes. [...]
Tweet I always think of their shoulder blades as wings. Their wings, poking through their skin. And his little back has two freckles on it now, marks marring his white, skim-milk skin, my skin. Life beginning to make its mark on my child. The wings, though, are on my mind today. The wings. This past [...]
Tweet I’m particularly aware right now of the intensely opposed polarities that exist, both uneasily and audaciously, in every single minute of my life. It is by turns exhausting and reassuring to hold these contradictions in my hand. Those who are close to me know me intimately and yet not at all; I, too, still [...]
Tweet A while ago I wrote about how I often stopped before things got hard, doubted in some fundamental way that I was not enough for a task in front of me. I want to clarify something important about this. First, I’m not sure that my resistance to really pushing myself – whether physically, emotionally, [...]
