I am afraid to die from cancer, and for years I've felt doomed to that fate. My father died from cancer at 46, my cousin at 37, my paternal grandfather, maternal grandmother, and nearly all of my parents' siblings have had some form of cancer. We often hear of it as an epidemic. It certainly … Continue reading Eating My Way Out of Cancer
We have a neighborhood library. You know those utterly sweet ones that look like an oversized birdhouse? We bring used books we no longer want and browse for gems to cycle through our shelves. Ours is next to our neighborhood playground and pool and is painted like a little red barn. It's adorable. Even Tennyson … Continue reading Which Way Is Up?
I lay on the bed, my knees propped up like a display holder, my baby against my legs like a china plate. A wiggly china plate. She put her feet together in a yoga pose, her toes splayed out and waving like sea anemones. My fingers brushed against each digit, marveling at the velvety feel of … Continue reading To Let You Feel My Love
I sat outside with Truly in my arms watching my three older children play a mash up game of soccer in our cul-de-sac. Tennyson kept rushing the big kids' set up, but they didn't seem to mind (oh, their sweet hearts.) The sun was finally out after a week of clouds, rain and head colds. … Continue reading Which Camp Are You In? | Returning To Work Postpartum
Miss Truly Anne arrived in beautiful style Sunday night, a day or two before her expected date. Her birth story is pretty special -aren't all babies?- and I am excited to share it and what I learned and how different it was from my previous three births, but right now I am balancing snuggling, feeding, … Continue reading Truly Welcome
I hit a wall tonight. I'm done with being pregnant. I don't want to go to sleep only to be wide awake for three hours between 2am and 5am with nothing to do. I'm due November 8th and have a wedding scheduled for November 12th that I promised to photograph for at least a portion … Continue reading A Cord of Two Strands
I love to travel. I love to run away, too. Right now I *might* be escaping a slew of editing deadlines because my heart is not into it. Perhaps it's that I thought I was going into labor at 3am and laid in bed for over an hour integrating the rushes and focusing on having … Continue reading Satisfaction: Happiness Through Memory