[Quiet Thoughts] The Power of Yes

Photo: The opening moments of a major project.   I confess to a little bit of residual Mom Guilt from last school year. I really didn’t feel good about how the year ended. The summer looming, there was an acceleration to all things in anticipation of “everybody leaving” for summer life. I was… not my…

Frustration? Stagnation? Or the Right Place for Right Now?

Photo: Me during the ambitious days. And also the bad hair days. I hope that you had a wonderful weekend–a long one if you are here in the States, a regular one if you hail from  other places in the world. I spent the weekend entertaining my idiot in-laws, going to Maine, and then continuing…

Identity, Motherhood, and Why My Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Quote of the Day: “Revolution begins in the self, of the self.” Toni Cade Bambara I’m trying not to be a “mommy blogger.” I don’t know what I am. I don’t even know if I want to identify as a “blogger.” I’m a woman who is writing about her experiences, and more and more, I’m…

Complex feelings after Mother’s Day…

I feel like I need a vacation after this Mother’s Day weekend. My husband put up a valiant effort to make it special: Starting with flowers on Friday (totally not expected!) and a new Moleskine on Sunday (totally asked for). He took care of the babies, all day every day, and I even got out…

In the Fall, My Son is Attending a Segregated Preschool

My acute anxiety around preschool has been articulated multiple times on this blog. It is glorious and frustrating and exhilarating and depressing and magnificent that I’m going to be sending my son to a wonderful preschool in the Fall. After much searching and interviewing and praying and decision making, we chose a small school in…

It’s weeks like this…

  The boys didn’t nap today. As I type this, they are in the play area temporarily not paying attention to me. I know that this moment is incredibly fleeting. Eventually one will piss of the other, and I’l be refereeing again. Though I know that the two of them are tired, they chose to…