In my very minimal downtime this week I watched the new episode of This is Us. It should probably be part of doctor’s orders to give it a few weeks before you embark on that show, but I went for it anyways. … Read More This is Us, Right Now
We should not have to defend ourselves to each other. We are free (and encouraged!) to make our own decisions, to be inadequately, incorrectly, or even overly informed. … Read More Judgment freeze, if you please
Although we are certain that in time there will be a positive ending to our situation, in those woods, with nothing but my family and what nature has provided, I was reminded that it really does not matter how it ends. We need nothing else. We are already blessed beyond measure. … Read More These Are The Moments That Matter
My husband and I say we are proud of our kids all the time, every day. We end the night with the phrase every night. We thought it was important. I think it still is… But today I asked Lucy if she was proud of herself (after a great day of school and being particularly helpful throughout the afternoon). She said, “no.”… Read More But Are You Proud of Yourself?
There are certain universal truths to parenting. You’ll never love someone else as strongly or as deeply. You’ll never lose as much sleep. Gross bodily functions will lose their “squick” impact through repeated exposure. But they’re still gross. Hugs from your kids will never go out of style. Some parenting experiences are specific to a… Read More A Trans-Parent Day
Today I picked a gummy bear off of the parking lot, brushed it off and gave it to my son to eat. It’s not my proudest moment, but it’s also not my lowest. Some of us will be writing about a “day in a life” this month and I thought starting off with a terribly… Read More 5-Second Rule
I got two tattoos this past weekend. Because, you know, I’m cool like that.* One of them was on my ribcage, which, according to some, is a painful location to get tattooed. When the needle hit the thin skin over my ribs, it took my breath away. The artist stopped and looked up, “you ok?”… Read More Breathe Through the Pain
Last week (before my husband and I left the kids for the weekend and before a presidential election rocked the nation) I was having just a normal week at school. Well, it was a rather long, tiring week, but a regular one nonetheless. Until one day a student in one of my classes asked if… Read More Love Wins
I went out last weekend. My ALONE weekend without my boys. When I left the house, I wasn’t feeling particularly social, but I thought it would be good for me. It was time to stop pacing and looking at pictures of the boys and get out. So I went to a fabulous party. There… Read More Sometimes I Pretend.
Last weekend my boys were with their dad. It wasn’t like it was a surprise. It happens every other weekend. But I’m struggling with it much more than I thought I would. I sat on my girlfriend’s couch Friday night, woefully lamenting how difficult it was for me and how I wanted to call them every few… Read More What I Do When My Kids Aren’t Around