Seven years, little ones, seven years. What does seven years mean in the mystery that lies after death? Or even before it: in the far-flung eons of space and time, in a universe so vast and so old the human mind cannot comprehend it, what is a life? My thirty-one years are the fragment of …
Category: Family
Honest Anniversary
This is the year that almost did us in. I'm not supposed to say that out loud, am I? Anniversary posts on social media are supposed to be poetic and inspiring, spouses speaking of each other in glowing terms, any blemishes and flaws in the marriage carefully filtered out so that it is presented to …
The Wages of (telling kids they’re) Sin{ful}
Recently at dinner 5-year-old Sean said, “Today in chapel Ms. X took a bunch of scraps of paper and set fire to them in a bowl. And then when she showed us the bowl, there was nothing left! They were all gone!" I felt my forehead wrinkling. “Why did she do that? “To show us …
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Eight Years
When Nate asked me to be his girlfriend, almost ten years ago, he told me he was looking for a "life partner." And even though I was internally exploding with firecracker excitement at how this cute, smart, witty guy was interested in me, at those two words, "life partner", I thought, "huh, weird word choice." I …
On The Path (Motherhood Musings)
Our freshly-four Sean starts preschool tomorrow, and I just got done crying. He didn’t want to eat his dinner and I sat on his bed and asked him to tell me about his feelings, which he didn’t want to do, and finally I lay down next to him and told him that after his big …
