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The Hardest Part

It was a typical end of the week afternoon in my backyard when I realized what I dislike most about being a mom. My single best friend had stopped by for a visit. She was attempting to entertain my kids while I grilled dinner, me cursing myself for not bringing home a Costco rotisserie chicken…

Frolic Friday

In Carmel Valley, everything is green. The hills. The trees. Our daughter’s desire to explore the outdoors. It all feels new. Like California’s been old and dead for far too long. And now everything’s awake, as if the West Coast’s winter is really a special kind of summer. Today, our girl child wanted to be…

Will the Cuff keep you safe?

Sometimes I joke that if I could implant my daughter with a microchip like I have my dog, I’d sleep better at night. Just a little GPS chip sown in somewhere, behind her ear, under her armpit, beneath her scalp, a little square of safety that could be activated if there were ever an abduction or…

Blue Moon Baby

On July 31, 2015, the day Hercules died, I cried all day. My eyes were raw, my face as red as a turnip, and my heart depleted, like someone had turned it inside out and washed it a trillion times on the sanitize setting. I was truly exhausted and sick with sadness. At around 4…