Category: Life Lately

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…

It’s Monday, and I’m sitting in the emergency room with my eldest daughter. What a way to start the week. I had been getting ready to take the littlest one to the playground when Abigail messaged that she had been throwing up all morning and her whole body hurt. My first question was, “Did you…

It’s raining today, and there are plenty of things I should probably be doing. Instead, I’m sitting here building a financial-readiness spreadsheet while Evelyn watches A Bug’s Life in the living room. Nothing ties my chest up quite like money talks, so naturally I decided the best way to spend a rainy afternoon was by…

Last week, we talked about how women slowly hand themselves away. I’ve been thinking about that conversation ever since, mostly because it forced me to admit something I hadn’t really said out loud before. I’m in this strange season of trying to figure out what’s next for me. No one has put a deadline on…

Danielle apologized to me all week. She apologized when her youngest needed her attention. She apologized when I grabbed a stroller or carried a bag. She thanked me for being patient with her kids, for helping without being asked, for making the trip easier. By the third day, I found myself saying the same thing…

I was driving around last week with donations in my back seat because isn’t that what we do? We gather the things, we put them in the car where we’ll see them and remember to drop them off — but first they need a little adventure. So there I was, running errands in the most…

It started with an AI interview. I had applied for what I thought was a writing position. Something that made sense for where I am right now — building a blog, creating content, showing up every week with words that matter to someone. Instead I found myself sitting in front of a proctored screen being…

I always go into vacation a little flustered. The packing anxiety. The mental checklist that never fully empties. The quiet worry that I’ve forgotten something important enough to matter. When someone asks “what do you want to get accomplished tomorrow?” on vacation, my internal answer is always the same: survive. That’s it. That’s the whole…