Letter To My Mom

Remembering my last good day with my mom before she died from ALS. Saying the things I wish I had said that day.

The Need to Rest

Resting is hard. Last night when my feet swelled up to a somewhat alarming size, Rich asked me to call off work and put my feet up for a day. (Literally. I’m typing this with my laptop awkwardly balanced on my stomach while my feet are on pillows lifting them up over my head. I’m […]

Cankles and Fragile Joy

It’s just 9:30 in the morning, and I can already tell that by the time I get home tonight after teaching, my ankles are going to disappear into my calves. They’re not swollen yet, but it’s coming. Because when you’re thisclose to forty and you’re thisclose to delivering your fifth child, you just know these […]