No, honey. Mosquitoes are not amphibians just because their eggs float on top of the water. That doesn’t count. Butterflies don’t make honey. That’s a job only for the bees. Where exactly are the heart pains? Show me. It doesn’t matter if bees and butterflies are best friends and they share nectar. Yes (in response […]
[Continue reading...]blog envy
Let’s talk about blogs. Some are snarky and edgy. Some are serious and make you darn happy you don’t have a seeing-eye-dog. But most are just fun and pretty, with creative names like “farm-girl-flower-power-cookie-pants” that make you want to stop by and visit, like you’re an old friend popping over for tea. Except with handmade […]
[Continue reading...]10 things I can’t say to my children
(1) You are so beautiful it makes me want to cry. (2) Please stuff a sock inside your mouth or go someplace I can’t hear you. I can’t take all that stupid crying over the fact that you can only have two granola bars and not three. (3) You look really grown-up in that outfit […]
[Continue reading...]scatter
Our children are spoiled rotten. Not spoiled in the sense that they have a pony and get to eat graham crackers every morning for breakfast and win arguments by failing around their arms and screaming. They’re spoiled because they get to live in a home with their own bedroom, packed with soft blankets and stuffed […]
[Continue reading...]karaoke

During the week, my husband and I pass each other in the house as if we’re both servants in Downton Abbey. We give commands and trade off duties and bargain. You give baths and I’ll read bedtime stories. You change the boy’s diaper and I’ll get a hot stone massage. Okay, so I made that […]
[Continue reading...]no regrets
I’ve been thinking of the concept of fairness. About how we human beings have a certain timeline in our heads about what is right and just. You are born. You struggle and climb and claw your way out of, well, something. You find the perfect mate with good teeth. You have children, who you set […]
[Continue reading...]lessons in carols
I love to sing. I sing in the kitchen and in the car. I sing as I mop and as I dress. I dictate instructions to my children in song – sometimes changing the key midstream to see if anyone’s paying attention. You don’t want me all up-in-your-business singing “you came from my womb, now […]
[Continue reading...]Cable is evil. And I love it.
We are living in a quirky old rental while our house is being remodeled. The original place was a single room built in the 1800s with walls eighteen inches thick. The owners and their forefathers kept adding onto that one room, with bedrooms and bathrooms popping from one single hallway like a branch sprouting new […]
[Continue reading...]pee is icky
I was shocked the other day to discover a little boy in front of a children’s toy store zipping up his pants. He looked straight into my eyes with a devilish grin like he’d gotten away with something. As it turns out, he had. A big dripping mass of urine, to be specific. It was […]
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