Moving

I am ready to pick up and move. I want to pack my bags and move outside. It is sunny, and beautiful, and almost warm enough for shorts. I don’t want to clean the house, do my chores, or work. I want to move everything outside and if I had a million dollars that is…

Wisdom from Strangers

Since the birth of my oldest daughter seven years ago I have heard the same phrase uttered many times, usually in line at the grocery store, and generally, though not always, by a person of a certain age. “Enjoy, it goes by so fast.” I haven’t always enjoyed hearing these words. Who, after all, wants…

The First Day of Sun

Last year I spent the summer pregnant with my third daughter. I spent the spring planting season, my favorite time of year in the garden, sick. I spent the fall harvest season, my second favorite time of year, swollen. I spent the summer weeding season, never my favorite on a good day, not weeding. My…

Laundry Haiku II

A morning surprise Opening the washer lid Filled with soggy clothes

The Morning Slog

Some days I am so on top of my game and get a ton done, and it’s all visual to the naked eye. Some days I spend hours spinning my wheels and it looks like I’ve created more chaos than I’ve tamed. Today I have taken the kids to school, done an interview, downloaded all…

Laundry Haiku

I cannot be sure If there is soap in the wash Oh well, they are dry

Curses

Curse you daylight savings time. My sweet baby who has been going to bed at 6 p.m. since birth and giving me time to work, now wakes to light streaming in the window and thinks it is but a nap. Curses!

Matching Socks

This is the start of my day. “Are these my socks,” my husband asks, and holds up two white socks for me to see. One is definitely his, the other is tiny, very obviously for a seven year old. “Yes, I think they are.”