Hi, From Our Bloody Shit Storm!

I just found an old email that I wrote in response to one with the subject line: "Hi From the Amalfi Coast!" that my retired, world-traveling parents had sent me from...the actual Amalfi Coast. This reminds me of what it's like to be raising kids while the rest of the world is out there living it... Continue Reading →


This Afternoon, We Let Go This Gorgeous, Naughty Beast.

He was true to his breed and protective but aloof. He kept his nose three inches from my business from the start—my companion through many iterations of me: newlywed, grad student, new mother, expat, soccer mom, and beyond. His loyalty lay with us and maybe one or two others. If he didn’t exactly steal your... Continue Reading →

Struggling, for the Win

“I feel awful!” my nine-year old daughter wailed, throwing herself on the kitchen floor like a dishrag. “Please don’t make me go to school!” Her ailments grew more elaborate each morning that week. “I’m like a woodland spring in a drought!” “I’m a fairy stuck in a flower that won’t bloom!” Then, I found a... Continue Reading →

On the Eve of My Sister’s Wedding

You'll hear a lot about my sister this summer; after all, for several weeks, we're living together with our children, embracing the village life temporarily. (To read the rest of the series, written for Washington Post's On Parenting this summer, see The Village Life, Part I, Village Life, Part II: Specializing by Moment, Village Life, Part III:... Continue Reading →

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