Mama, what do you believe in? The question fires from the backseat as I steer our car down the hill to town. I believe in love and kindness and honesty.
Everyone says Last year at this time we were skiing in the streets. Either nervously, wistfully or thankfully. We might not have the adverb in common but we do have
We have been living in a kitchen remodel since we moved into our home three years ago. Little by little, as we cam swing it (punny!), we have knocked out
Last Monday at noon I went to my first yoga class in several years. For whatever reason my yoga practice vaporized from my agenda when I had my second kid.
The air turned while we were away. Today, I am wearing jeans and yanking beets the size of my fist, leeks the length of Margot’s leg, cabbage the circumference of
Who hosts a big ol’ summer sale in her shop during the busiest season of the year the week before going out of town? This girl! (pictured with her children)
Last week, my daughters and I spent a morning knee-deep in strawberry plants, the air thick with heat and sweetness. The night before we realized Ruby’s vision and slept in
Many years ago I decided, decidedly, that I was not to be a painted nail girl. Not for any sort of statement but just for two simple reasons: It felt
It is possible to dork out on the details of any one thing. Like, someone is an expert on the perfect spacing of comb tines and someone else is an
I wrote an essay about the last week and then left, my laptop open on the couch, to get my daughter from school. I returned to my 20 pound cat
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