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My Lack of World-Changing Extracurriculars

My Lack of World-Changing Extracurriculars

A deliciously chubby six-month-old is swatting a plush green bird at my feet. His three-year-old brother is sleepily sprawled on the couch, watching Curious George. It’s a rare moment of still in our tireless household. The sun set hours ago, so all the lights are switched on, casting a hazy glow over the dishes piled … Continue reading

Six Weeks of One-Word Prayers

Six Weeks of One-Word Prayers

You don’t know what the story is about when you’re in the middle of it. You think you do, but you don’t. You make up all kinds of possible story lines: this is about growing up. Or this is about living without fear. You can guess all you want, but you don’t know. All you … Continue reading

Waiting (Impatiently) for Your Spring

Waiting (Impatiently) for Your Spring

  Spring has an obvious way of making its presence known here on the West Coast. Cherry blossom trees erupt—literally erupt—all over the city. I find cherry blossom trees completely magical—almost otherworldly. The way they unexpectedly burst into a symphony of exquisiteness, seemingly one day to the next. They make plain, ramshackle houses look like … Continue reading

A Tale Of Soup Carnage & Forgiveness

A Tale Of Soup Carnage & Forgiveness

My hair was everywhere but the ponytail I had put it in. My shirt was sticking to me. But I didn’t care; productivity was coursing through my veins that morning. Dinner was already loaded into the crock-pot, the chickpeas, kale and curry simmering into a fragrant medley. I had then viciously attacked all the impossible-to-chop … Continue reading

Remembering the Magic

Remembering the Magic

I went to the woods today. I went despite the long list of shoulds tacked to my fridge. I went despite a toddler who in no way desired to be wrestled into a car seat. I went despite myself. I needed to go to the woods. I wanted the wind whipping around my face and … Continue reading

Marking the Ordinary

Marking the Ordinary

Today you jumped into the tub with me. Fully clothed. I was taking a bath. Reading. Soaking. I saw you take in my zen state. Your baby eyes brightened and you gave me that impossibly endearing grin before hauling your solid little body over the ledge. Not too long ago I may have been aghast … Continue reading

Warming the Bench

Warming the Bench

Shannon Delmonico Photographs As my little family crested the grassy hill, I felt my courage leave me. In front of us was a massive spray park, metal tubes jutting out of the ground from every angle, gushing buckets of water out onto dozens of little ones, their shrieks piercing every eardrum within a one mile … Continue reading

May You Feel Seen

May You Feel Seen

Happy Mother’s Day to you who have who have labored To you who wipe away snotty noses and salty tears with your ratty sweatshirt To you who read the same dog-eared story (with voices) each night like it’s the first time To you who stay up late because he just needed to talk And then … Continue reading

Let’s Hear it for the Girls

Let’s Hear it for the Girls

It’s been emotional these past two weeks.  I’ve cried a lot. Apparently, I’ve also made a lot of you cry. But not today. Today we’re going to laugh. At my expense. Now I feel that men get off scot-free in a lot of departments: they don’t get a period, their bodies don’t go through the … Continue reading

Building a Nest at the Altar

Building a Nest at the Altar

There is a white wooden frame on the wall in my son’s bedroom. It hangs beside the cushy pistachio rocker where I spent many a night methodically rocking back and forth to the tick-tock of the clock. The frame surrounds a little woven nest with two brown speckled eggs resting in it. On the back, … Continue reading