Day One Hundred and Six.

April 16, 2011 · by · in , , , , ,

GURL I AM SO TIRED. I’m just starting with that– GURL– because it has been so ingrained into my conversation now I can’t begin one without it. When I call Michelle: “GURL.” When I see Jason: “GURL.” When Addie destroys…

High note.

September 1, 2008 · by · in , , ,

I feel like writing every single day of September, in honor of it not being August anymore. I pretty rarely break for several days at a time, but– well. You know. August. It wasn’t even worth trying. I even considered…

About a girl.

August 28, 2005 · by · in , , ,

Most birth stories begin with a birth, because that is the focus– the drama– the pivotal moment: this emergence of new life. I’d assumed ours would be the same way. It was all I prepped for in the last few…