These days I mostly try not to write. My life is so full of work and family and weeding. But every now and then, my brain starts to itch and the only way to scratch that itch is writing. This is where you will find my most recent scratchings.


  • If You Can’t Stand the Heat, Get Out of the Kitchen

    It’s not so completely selfless of me, the staying in New Orleans this summer. I was really looking forward to being in Cordova, but to be perfectly honest, I was not enjoying the part where we have to move our family again, second time in one year. I was packing boxes with a restrained grimace. Looking for subletters here, after a winter of dealing with tenants in our Cordova house was not exactly blowing my skirt up. So, although I will miss a summer of wilderness out the back door, and good friends gathered round, I’m not as heartbroken as…


  • I Am Animal, So Are You

    Shannon Hayes wrote an article for Yes! recently called The Kid Question. A brave woman. Not only brave enough to endorse having kids, but brave enough to give us the real reason she did it. Because she wanted to. A few years back a friend of mine came to the conclusion that we rarely think through the factors and make an informed decision in life. Most of us just function on instinct or desire, and then gather evidence to support our decision. I think she’s right on. That is what Shannon Hayes basically admitted in her article, which I found…


  • Things In General II

    Wow. The kitchen is a complete wreck. My new dishwasher arrived yesterday, and I’m gonna need to really contemplate how to arrange my very small kitchen to fit it. Where the dishwasher itself goes is no question, it has to live right by the sink. But where to put the big storage shelf and trash that lived there before, I have not figured out. Haven’t used the thing yet. My Man did the dishes by hand last night while I was putting the Babe to sleep, long story. Now I have to wait to make some dishes, which will be…


  • Happy 33rd to Me

    Surely there’s some magic in the age of 33. What number could be more potent? Not just one lucky three, but two! A perfect (if rounded to the nearest whole number) third of a century. Plus, you all know what 3 x 3 equals, and you all know what that means. Ah yes, the mystic number nine. Google it if you’re confused. So. Here I am. 33. Feels a lot like 32. Plans for the day include the farmer’s market, playing in the garden, and dinner at a Tunisian restaurant. For some years running I have devoted days prior my…


  • Happy Mama Day!

    My first mother’s day was a revelation. As in– the heavens opened up, Somebody came through, and slapped my ass into line. Old testament style. I had been looking forward to it as a day of rest and indulgence. A day off from all my hard mama work. A queen-for-the-day celebration of MeMeMe and all my amazing-ness. I thought I would lie down my Renaissance curves on the couch and someone would feed me grapes all day (or preferably coffee and chocolate.) Yeah, I was asking for it. My mom called early in the day, after I had finished up…