This Mother’s Day Thing is a Mixed Bag

It’s time for my reminder about Mother’s Day. We love our mothers. Of course we love our mothers. But they drive us crazy. They raised us wonderfully/strangely/amazingly/poorly or they didn’t raise us at all. They fill us with love or hate or guilt or horror or remorse. We take care of them or they take care of us. Perhaps we … Read More

Be My Valentine All Month Long

Holidays have this insane, commercial buildup. There’s pressure, pressure, PRESSURE and then suddenly it’s over. You’re left with dead flowers, discount chocolates, and the next holiday (or two) creeping into the stores. Stop. Just stop. This has become madness. I find myself pushing back at the hype. I want to surround myself with my family, whom I love, and let … Read More

This Mother’s Day Thing is a Mixed Bag

We love our mothers. Of course we love our mothers. But they drive us crazy. They raised us wonderfully/strangely/amazingly/poorly or they didn’t raise us at all. They fill us with love or hate or guilt or horror or remorse. We take care of them or they take care of us. Perhaps we have never met them. Perhaps we like it … Read More

This Is What Love Looks Like

I’m under some pretty intense deadlines and other stresses. How do you eat an elephant? You unhinge your jaw and try to devour all of it at once. Naturally. I came home from an unscheduled grocery store run (Arg, it ate up half an hour I didn’t intend to lose!) to this beautiful spread by Middlest. “You need to eat, … Read More

Hello, Childhood. I’m So Pleased To See You.

My father gave me The Book of Goodnight Stories on April 13, 1988.  I know this because he wrote it on the inside of the cover.  I had just turned nine. There are 365 stories in this book, one for each day of the year.  I never had much discipline, however, and plowed through a week’s worth of stories at a time.  The … Read More