Some of you who have been faithfully reading this blog for years might remember my post a few years ago about the orchid I inherited from dear Mimi, the woman with whom Donny and I lived for three years just after we got married. (We lived in an apartment attached to her house and did…
Read MoreI’ve been quiet here lately, and I’m sorry about that. Life is extremely full right now. (And for some reason—barometric pressure?—I’ve been so exhausted that I haven’t been able to get myself out of bed when my alarm goes off at 5 a.m. (I reset it or snooze it forever, which I’m sure is incredibly…
Read MoreI feel lost these days, bumbling around, going through the motions of life. I go into the office and I get my work done, but I’m not really there. I have a pulsing headache that begins somewhere in my shoulder and snakes its way up into my jaw, which I must be clenching at night.…
Read MoreIt’s Friday morning. Both girls are at school. D is running errands. The house is completely quiet. I’m sitting in my tiny, cluttered office surrounded by half-read books, stacks of papers (the Use Your Words galley among them!), and my endless to-do lists. And I couldn’t be happier. I always appreciated the time I was…
Read MoreI’m wishing you all a lovely long weekend with family and friends. Today, I am thankful for: a lazy morning at home with D and the girls a four-mile run along the river November weather that is sunnier and warmer than ever before my job, which is now permanent two paid days off from my…
Read MoreIn the last week, we have made trips to the ER, the doctor’s office, and the Minute Clinic. Zoë was hit with croup and had trouble breathing last week (hence the ER visit). She was up, feverish and coughing, for nights on end. Then this weekend, while D was out of town, Stella developed a…
Read MoreOne of the things I’d like to do here are Motherhood & Words is to write a weekly or bi-weekly post about things for which I’m grateful. Stress tends to get the better of me, and I forget to appreciate everything that I have and love. I’d like to invite you to post what you’re…
Read MoreWhen I was growing up, I remember thinking how odd it was when my dad, who was a professor, became friends with his former students. They would stop by the house to visit when they were in the Twin Cities. They kept in touch via mail and phone. And I wondered how it was possible…
Read MoreI’ve hit a wall. The early mornings, the rushing, the gazillion things on my to do list that I never have time to get to are taking their toll. I said to Donny this morning, “Can’t we just move to Barcelona?” This has actually become a joke between us—I’ve asked it a hundred times over…
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