Author: stillmeinhere

Well, it’s been a couple of weeks since we’ve had coffee, and I’m happy to report that I survived missing last Friday’s essay without having an existential crisis about it. Between a head cold that turned into a sinus infection, Evelyn having three poop emergencies during Emily’s last-minute senior pictures, Zoey’s heartbreaking sectional soccer loss,…

Evelyn has recently started asking Nick if he’d like to go upstairs and start Fight Club. I’m not entirely sure where our four-year-old picked up this phrase, but her version of Fight Club consists of launching stuffed baby dragons at whichever unsuspecting parent agrees to participate. The first rule of Fight Club clearly doesn’t apply…

This week in couples counseling, I was asked a question that should have been relatively easy to answer. What do YOU need? I didn’t know. Not because I don’t have needs, but because I’ve spent so much time figuring out what needs to happen next that I hadn’t really considered what happens when I reach…

I almost didn’t post this week. Usually by Thursday I have a rough draft finished and I’m picking at sentences, moving paragraphs around and changing a word six times before inevitably changing it back. This week I’ve been living more than I’ve been writing. I’ve been gathering college information for three girls at the same…

Apparently, I’ve entered the part of my life where I’m making herbal tea, reading books about witches, finding old brass bells tucked away with things I’d forgotten about and paying attention to the way the silver in my necklace tarnishes against my skin. I’ve been making moon water. I say hello and goodbye to my…

One Year, 54 Posts, and a Promise I Actually Kept This Friday marks one year since I started Still Me in Here. One year. Fifty-three published posts behind me, and this will be number 54. Which is kind of wild considering this entire thing started because I nearly killed myself trying to make my boobs…

My period showed up Monday, eighteen days late, which feels about right for this particular season of my life. Apparently even my uterus has stopped respecting a schedule. I woke up feeling like my body had been put through a grinder. I had spent most of Sunday outside because the weather was beautiful and the…

It’s raining outside on the first day of September, and Evelyn is watching The Grinch while I write. We finally moved on from The Adventures of Ichabod Crane, although apparently we went directly from Halloween to Christmas without acknowledging the existence of fall. Streaming has given her unlimited choices and absolutely no reason to wait…

It’s Thursday, and I’m finally sitting down to finish the post I usually start on Monday. I delayed writing yesterday because Nick and I went to Saratoga for a date at the races. I chose a day with my husband over staying home to meet a deadline no one imposed on me but me. I’d…

School starts in two weeks, which means I am currently practicing being ready by 7:15 in the morning. Evelyn and I do not actually need to leave until somewhere between 7:30 and 7:45, and the school is right across the street, but I am a routine person. I thrive when there is a plan and…