Wide Open Love

Hey there my child– There is nothing you can do or not do that will make me love you less. I will not steer your choices or your interests by showing more approval for you when you make a certain choice over another. You do not need to sculpt who you are into a version…

The Tiger-Roaring Rose Dance

I want to tell you a story about my daughter, Rose. She just turned 12 years old. I remember the day she was born. I remember before she was born, the fierce tiger longing in me to be the best, most loyal, loving, dedicated mama I could be to this creature I had yet to…

The Beauty of Motherhood

I feel so rich with a big jug of fresh cider in the fridge. We went to an apple-pressing party this morning with a group of other moms and kids in our area.  The kids were running around, swinging on tires tied to trees, sidewalk chalk out, little trucks to push around and a mini-tractor…

This Being Alive Thing

Just start to write. Write something. Yes, another cup of caffeine might help, but can you just sit down and write? I want to say a perfect thing, a brilliant thing, a funny and/or insightful thing. Write.  Just write. Okay, I am writing.  I am doing it.  The words are appearing as my fingers hit…

A path to Domestic Bliss

I have something to tell you: I am not a domestic perfectionist. If you know me, if you’ve dropped my house unexpectedly, you know.  There are books and toys and DVDs strewn about, as well as dress-up clothes and yoga mats, the remnants of the fort we built yesterday and some paint splattered on the…