old mom

 My little sister has birthed a baby.   A little girl named Aviana Jaye. She is so tiny, so loud.   I never worried once about getting Baby Fever. Unless it is meant in the literal sense of a fever, accompanied by a headache and fatigue. Babies are not my jam. New moms have it really rough. Those... Continue Reading →

knee slapper

When my siblings and I were kids, we would go to the zoo on Easter. It was a tradition we shared with family friends: on the 4th of July we would go splash in their pool, on Easter we would head to the zoo. I remember one Easter in particular (I must have been around... Continue Reading →

home sweet childhood

It is always nice to go back home, but this trip had a greater meaning for me.It was my goodbye to my home, and I spent a few tearful moments in our backyard, in my room, and in the room that Amber and I once shared. I stood where our gardens once were, which was... Continue Reading →

losing home

The unthinkable has happened. My parents are selling their house. Our house. Our family home. When I heard the news, I should have been instantly happy for my parents to be moving on and up. I should have been glad for them and this next chapter that they've been talking about for years and years. And... Continue Reading →

mothering the hard way

For my mom -- who always reads the dedications.She is thorough in everything she does,including especially parenting. Although I don't think parenting is for everyone, perhaps everyone should be a parent so they can fully appreciate their own parents. I had no clue all the work and sacrifices that go into parenting until raising children of my... Continue Reading →

sisters and brothers

On Sunday, two preteen girls came into the coffee shop and each ordered a drink, plus a muffin to share. The older girl slid a twenty across the counter to me and I counted her change. I brought their drinks out to them: they were seated in comfy chairs. They sat and sipped their drinks,... Continue Reading →

that brown house on 118th street

When I think of home as a place, I think of course to my parents' house. Not the way it is now, with a monochromatic living room and rooms full of stuff rather than people; I think of it the way it was when my brothers, sister and I were children. Back then, it was... Continue Reading →

late bloomers still bloom

On Sunday, during the godforsaken run with Chad and Amber, we ran by the house of our former piano teacher. We caught up, the way people who haven't seen each other in a very long time do. She asked each of us what we do, and one by one, we answered, our heads lowered in... Continue Reading →

Home sweet homes

I am a firm believer that every parent needs a weekend away a year. I know that sounds terrible - like I'm trying to escape my family, but I swear to you it's true what they say about absence making the heart grow fonder. And the mind grow clearer: the bottled emotions to unjumble, thin... Continue Reading →

so much left to do

 Here were some of the things we did in Hawaii:Glass-bottom boat for the kids (surprisingly, a bust)Snorkeling (not me, but everyone else)Mopeds (a highlight! The best)ZipliningA magic/comedy showThe main luau on the islandA lot of time at the pool, and some at the beachTourist shops Good eating at local restaurants   Here are some of the things... Continue Reading →

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