Blowing Bubbles

There was a time when I was moon, sun, and stars to my boys. Their days began and ended with me: a morning hug around the neck, a goodnight kiss in the dark. It was exhausting, but it was also gloriously uncomplicated. These days their need for me grows more nuanced by the hour. I…

The Sweet Spot

My husband and I spent the weekend rearranging furniture. By the end of Sunday we had reclaimed another square-inch of space of Lego storage from our children. We promptly put a plant there and much like brandishing a flag and claiming land for the Queen, we staked our claim as adults. Sitting in our increasingly…

The Light At the End of the Tunnel

For about a year, my firstborn woke before the dawn’s early light.  For those twelve hellish months,  6 a.m. was a far off dream, a fantasy in which it was dangerous to indulge, a carrot dangling at the end of a cold, dark night.  I’m not sure if Dante had children, but even if he…