The Naughty List


Wrapping paper and diapers. It turns out even a list of this microscopic stature can ignite a blog-worthy tale when combined with the right amount of toddler – especially when said toddler has caught wind of her second birthday two months too soon. What started as a bad decision (hindsight wins again) to delay naptime […]



My nametags boast various titles. They are simple words scrawled on square stickers, bold letters floating in a sea of white. On some, the corners are curled – perfect coils showcasing years of wear. Others gleam with stark newness, blindingly untouched. I wear them like the medals they are – silent proof that I was […]



later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt?   it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.   ~ Warsan Shire *   *   * I will not speak about the Paris attacks except to say that the shattered pieces of my […]

To three or not to three? That is not the question.

Baby Hand

For as long as I’ve been a mother, I’ve always searched for three curly heads inspecting the cookie aisle at the grocery store, for three pairs of tiny feet running towards the swings on the playground, for three chattering mouths discussing whose turn it is to pick the song in my rearview mirror. First there […]

Happy Hump Day

Pink Flowers

Sometimes when revisiting old journal entries I find myself taking perfectly relevant and impeccably timed advice from a younger version of myself – and sometimes the notion that her words could encourage others compels me to share.