I come from Story Tellers. (More on this another time.) I know really good story tellers. One of them, David, introduced…
In March I Turned 39: Our Love Looks Like Screaming From the Bleachers
March is My Month. Daffodils come up (the sisters excelled at bulb placement). The weather is completely unpredictable (exciting!). I…
Last February, This December
I set up my sewing machine in February and tried to surround myself with familiar things and familiar feelings. Making…
Name Not Trudy
(January, 2016) Truly is sitting next to me on the couch. She had built a nest or maybe a horse with…
January, 11 Months Ago
I started 2016 with the covers pulled over my head. We had cancelled our New Year's Day Open House (the…
Finne-gan Be-gin A-gain
In the fall of 2015 A and M's older brothers moved in with us. We put up curtains and bunk…
This New Wickedness
"The law is meant to be my servant and not my master, still less my torturer and my murderer." James…
Missed Opportunities. Part Three. (The Way it Never Was)
J and I have everything and nothing in common. We share kids, a dry sense of humor, and a disdain…
Coming Back
This summer was hard and wonderful. Hard. We are not as good at being parents as we appear to be.…
Missed Opportunities. Part Two. (Adoption. The Bit Where it Starts to Smart.)
"I am not writing an adoption blog", I said a few years ago. "I'm writing a fabric/sewing/kid/vintage crap blog". Adoption…