As the first chords of “Release” rang out across the Stadio Olimpico, low and dissonant, tears ran down my cheeks.…
A Rambling Poem for Bedtime
Sometimes I feel like such a sucker, sitting here in the dark as you both get yourselves off to sleep.…
I Thought I Had Years Before This Conversation
We’re snuggled up on the couch for our Friday afternoon movie while Little A naps. Once he accepts that we…
My Husband is More of a Feminist Than Me
I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without my husband. There, I said it. This exhausting juggle, the…
I Need an Extra Day a Week
If only I had an extra day in the week, then I’d be able to get things done. I’d stick…
Meditation, interrupted
I finally have a few minutes to myself. The boys are out, the baby is upstairs asleep, and there’s no…
To Love a Rainbow
My rainbow baby is almost one. She’s happy and she’s calm. She’s obsessed with her big brother and blowing raspberries…
A List of Things that May Have Eased My Anxiety This Week
It’s been a rough few months. Nothing earth-shattering, nothing that ripples past the inner circles of me and my little…
An Afternoon Oasis in a Sea of Stress
What a perfect afternoon. An afternoon to remind me of the power of one-on-one time. Of observation and connection. Of…
Fuckup Nights for Parents
There’s this global movement in the business world called Fuckup Nights that I think is brilliant. Along with being generally hilarious, the stories tend to be quite inspiring. Largely because the people who have the humility to be able to get up in front of a crowd of people and say, “yep, I fucked up.” So how about Fuckup Nights for Parents?
