I Love You. Full Stop.

One of the qualifying phrases tacked on to “I love them” . . . You know.  The “I love them BUT” qualifications, which aren’t qualifications at all, they’re the bulls-eye in the center of true feelings — but I digress. One of the qualifying phrases tacked on to “I love them” is “but I can’t … Continue reading I Love You. Full Stop.

All the Little Lasts

It’s a good thing I didn’t know about all of my last times as a parent.  A million little lasts slipped by without fanfare, without notice.  It’s only in hindsight that I realized I’d quietly done things for the last time.  Changed a diaper.  Kissed little baby toes.  Brushed out a ponytail.  Packed a lunch.  … Continue reading All the Little Lasts

In which I consider that my spawn are an essential part of the universe.

Mom guilt.  I think all moms have it. I'm 11% Jewish so I think I have extra. There's the regular, garden-variety mom guilt:  I wish I'd been more present . . . I wish I'd paid closer attention.  I wish I'd emphasized health and nutrition and set a better example with, you know -- vegetables.  … Continue reading In which I consider that my spawn are an essential part of the universe.