More than a Mother
Exploring the landscape of modern motherhood and more
My Two Year Old Bites. Does That Mean He’s a Bully?
A few weeks ago, I wrote an honest—and a little scary—post on Facebook about my fears that my son Sam, who was then almost two, would be labeled a bully. He was deep into a biting and hitting phase, and I heard another mom at the playground tell her kid to be careful...
Family Vacation: Same Crap, Different Location
Ah, family vacation! We had a long and windy summer, you might even say a lazy one. Instead of filling L’s weeks with expensive camps, feeling frugal, I emptied out the calendar and kept him home a lot of the time while Sam went off to daycare as usual. Mostly, it...
In Praise of Childcare
I feel like I could write this entire blog post in one sentence, and that sentence goes like this: I am so effing grateful for childcare. But since you've all come to know me as a bit more, well, verbose, hear me out. When L was born, I proudly stayed home from work...
Gorgeous Summer Meals
Ah, summer! The other day in the car we listened to this Robot or Not podcast about whether it's better to have changing seasons or nice weather all the time. The New Englander in me immediately said "seasons," though if I'm honest, I haven't terribly missed those...
National Poetry Month Interview with Me!
This terrific blogger named Jess Witkins interviewed me about my new poetry collection, Little Prayers. There's a book giveaway, too. Here's a teaser: Jess: Why do you think poetry is important today? Me: I think poetry asks us to tap into a different part of our...
Spring Break is For Lovers, OR: What I Learned About Wisdom When I Had a Few Days Off
Ah, spring break—scantily clad humans cavorting in tropical places, drinking too much. Or: if you have children, a chaotic trip to Disneyland. No—Legoland. Or, if you're me, an entire week to yourself. The way our calendar works, my spring break falls a week before...
What the Fork Is For Dinner?
My friend Mattison sent me this video the other day of her parents preparing a feast for Chinese New Year. Immigrants from China via Vietnam, they worked for hours—days—weeks?—preparing the food. The level of food prep is astounding. There are scenes of her mom...
I’m Back in Action. With a New Poetry Book.
Friends! Well, I'm over the moon. Sometime last October, I disconnected the JetPack plugin from my Wordpress site, trying to figure out why my site was loading so slowly. Then all hell broke loose—when I reconnected the plugin, no one could see my blog posts. No...
How to Be an Activist: Five Practical Tips
The other day, I asked my friend Sho, founder of my Indivisible activism group, what political stuff she was working on. "Honestly," she said, "these days I'm mostly just trying to advocate for my daughter to get the school services she needs." I doubt she realized it...
Reflections on a First Birthday, OR: When Your Appendix Goes While You’re Solo Parenting
Just shy of his first birthday, planning for reflection and nostalgia, instead wham boom I’m in the hospital with a bum appendix. The husband is away, unreachable, mobile stashed in the glove box of somebody’s car. I wanted this for him, a break from the work and the...
About Me
I'm working from the premise that motherhood is not just all diapers, tantrums, and setting limits. It's interesting. Okay, sometimes. My new poetry collection is out from Blue Light Press!
