shades of green.
"A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. that's how I hold your voice." - Rumi Friends, I wish you are well.
View Articlehello, toddlerhood.
Dear Rowan, Welcome to toddlerhood. I bet nobody ever actually says that to a toddler. That welcome is saved for said tot's parents. For a year people have been saying, it will get better, it will be...
View Articlerole modeling.
Tonight toward the end of putting Rowan to bed, as thought sought after thought, I worried: Everything I can do for this little boy has to do with modeling. Somehow the better human being I am, the...
View Articlelife. and mama's milestones.
{bits of montaña de oro, car camping, after extending s's passport so we can go to turkey (and india for my work) in august} oh what can i say. and where do i start? today i'm weary of capital...
View Articleour little talker.
{santa barbara :: montaña del oro} Rowan, you're a runner and a good listener. You're helping to make mama a better listener too. Your first word was actually a sentence 'ooh dis' (meaning what's...
View ArticleDear Rowan: I am always here and there.
Tonight you asked for daddy to take you to bed. That means I won't be seeing you guys again until I silent myself into bed with you. I'll scoot you to the middle to make space for me. And even though...
View ArticleLinden Sol’s Birth Story - May 26, 2014
Getting There: The Prologue This could start with: Contractions started at 4:27 in the morning. But it really begins with the birth of Rowan Sky, my firstborn, my teacher, crazymaker, joy; and our...
View Articleone year.
Dear Linden, Last night in the wee hours while I lay restless, you deep asleep on a separate pillow. From that distance I could still breathe in your sweetness, less sweaty tonight and more sweet. I...
View Articlearound the sun.
It’s a time of great change for our family, and I’m looking at it as a new leaf for me as I celebrate my life. Which is to say, I enjoy a birthday right after Linden. A year has zoomed by, and...
View Articlemotherhood.
A few night's S+ I sat with our backs against the couch in the living room as the sun set. Rowan was sleeping. The light blurred from yellow to purple to dark, and I lit a a tiny trayful of candles....
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