By the Way

It’s hard to get through the Christmas story without talking about sex. We’ve already talked about these things, so the ideas aren’t a surpr...

 ~ Known ~ “I will miss this next year,” I lamented, looking around at a group of mom friends. On a rare mom’s night, we sat talking abo...

Once upon a time I thought that sickness meant being sick. You feel gross, you take medicine, you press through when you have to and get e...

I am the first to admit (and complain) that this age is hard.  So hard, so exhausting, so constant. Some days I long for the girls to be old...

When we returned home in August, our thick winter boots were still by the door, a silent reminder of the last year. I am very easily visu...

In some years past, spring has crept up on me unawares. I looked out the window surprised to find the ground covered in fresh green gras...

The first pill was surprisingly hard to take. It wasn't the first time I had been on an anti-depressant, and I was not opposed to s...

I usually say, “I can't believe this child is getting so old! Where did the time go?” For the first few months of Nadia's life ...

2016 almost perfectly encompassed a year of babyhood. I started the year pregnant and exhausted, just two weeks out from giving birth. ...

This is the season of darkness. We eat breakfast and dinner with a backdrop of blackness. Every day is just a little shorter, as th...

My life seems smaller these days, and in some ways it is. There are days when I don't leave the confines of this apartment. I rarely ...