Today would be your 69th birthday. I’d normally be calling you and reminding you that 69 years ago you were crying like a newborn baby. Tonight we’re getting together and the only person missing will be you. I can’t tell if I’m tortured by the memory of lying in bed with you as you were…
July 2019 | The trip that was never supposed to be. Well, that’s not entirely true. It was supposed to be, just not supposed to be Sayulita. It actually started with tickets to Peru and plans to visit the factory we are not manufacturing with (for The Bee & The Fox). Not to mention Machu…
Time can feel so scarce in single mama land. Though I’m pretty sure time can feel scarce no matter the motherhood label. I used to do so much on autopilot — bedtime routines, morning routines, after school routines, appointments, activities, check ups… Following my divorce, so much of life was just about getting through the day,…
This time, last year. August, to be exact. When I thought the story would be about tackling our first ever camping trip as a family of four. A trip where after one night with Sonny scared of the dark and screaming I thought I might die. Only two things saved me: a nap in the…
Sometimes people want to hand you the end of a rope so you can play tug of war with them. They know just the buttons to push. They pick on the things important to you, they pick on the things they know that will elicit a response. They want your attention, they want you to…