Perspective
Sitting in grief
We went to Hobby Lobby. It just opened up, you see. Brand new store. Because back in August 2020, the old one was blown away in Hurricane Laura. And so […]
We went to Hobby Lobby. It just opened up, you see. Brand new store. Because back in August 2020, the old one was blown away in Hurricane Laura. And so […]
My husband’s grandfather, Leo Zawatsky, passed away just before Easter. He was 99 years old, a World War II veteran, husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather. Dziadek, (“Dodju” or “grandfather” in […]
Think again. I really wanted the Sonic drink. It had been a very long day – with grocery runs and sniffly kids and two hours of live radio and attempting to […]
“You are brave. Thank you for showing up!” I am brave, I thought. I did show up! “You are here for a reason. What’s that reason?!” I am here for […]
I think New Year’s resolutions are silly. Under the guise of “get healthy” and “better yourself” we establish arbitrary and often unrealistic goals to eat less, move around more, spend less […]
I ordered our matching Christmas pajamas in early October. Worried about supply chain issues and shipping delays, I picked the Nordic blue print we liked best and bought them 11 […]
“Mommy, I don’t feel good.” Heart sinks. Grab the thermometer. Say a quick prayer it isn’t COVID-19. Call the pediatrician and see if we can get an early morning appointment. […]
Over the summer, we took a family road trip to Pennsylvania, breaking in our new minivan by putting 4,000 miles on it in just under a month. As we drove […]
Within 24 hours of the opening ceremony of the Tokyo Olympics, my almost 4-year-old daughter asked me if she could take a gymnastics class. Then she wanted to begin swimming […]
We were running food to a friend who just had her fifth baby — I’d made an extra pan of enchiladas the night before — and dropping it off with […]
Every morning, as we wait in the drop-off line at school, my daughter Rose and I share a pack of belVita breakfast cookies. It’s usually my breakfast, half of it […]
Right above my desk, hanging on the wall with a crumpled piece of Scotch tape, is a card someone gave me last March. “You are doing a freaking great job,” […]