The hours, days, and weeks following our discharge from the hospital and Noah’s arrival on this side of life, have been a kaleidoscope of emotions and will. Our previous daily routine pared down to the bare minimum, a merry-go-round of feed the baby, feed ourselves, change the baby, sleep (in fits and starts), feed the baby again, feed ourselves, try to sneak in a shower, sleep again, etc.
Ha. Right? As if I am going to tell you what to do. Not so much. BUT. I can tell you what I wish people had told me when I was up…
I’m feeling so much more fertile these days. Is there a way to describe the feeling of fertile without conjuring images of swollen feet and bellies? Of crying babies and glowing cheeks?…
My boss is in Italy right now. A friend from college just got off the phone with me, telling me about all of the cheap flights she just bought to Scotland, and Spain.…
“Are you sure you’re sure?” A gentle elbow stops me from following behind the footsteps of my realtor as a subtle whisper seeks my attention. It’s my cousin, carrying her soon-to-be two…
Today is Thanksgiving. Another one. Another year and season and time to reflect and be grateful. To be honest, I find myself a little bit antsy, reaching for the stillness as left-over…