When all else fails…TALK!
When I left corporate America last year to focus on my freelance writing business, there were plenty of things I was thrilled to leave behind. No more waiting in line for the microwave! No more hovering cube lurkers waiting for me to hang up the phone! No more borderline-rude questions, like “Sure you’re not carrying read more…
Goodnight thoughts
Clarabelle is getting so big. Five minutes ago, she was a tiny newborn with a to-do list that consisted of “sleep, breastfeed, poop,” and suddenly I turn around and she’s a little person with an opinion, a posture, and a mouthful of jagged teeth. I just laid her down to bed with her bottle and—as read more…
Living in the moment
Reading is one of the great joys of my life. Even in the midst of the day-to-day chaos, I make it a point to sneak away (closet, bathroom, car—any kid-free zone will do) to lose myself in a good story. Right now I’m halfway through Eat, Pray, Love, and have officially fallen in love with read more…
RIP, hamper
Like all newly expectant moms, I went registry-crazy when my first baby was cooking. Armed with my mouse, laptop, and a mile-long list of “must-have” recommendations care of Babies ‘R Us, I created a wish list of enough stuff to feed, wash, carry, push, soothe, and pimp out a thousand little Savannahs. There was no read more…
My girls’ hugs
They each have their own unique style. I never want to forget what they feel like. Savannah, at almost 5 years old, still loves to hug. Unless, that is, you happen to be sweaty from recent physical activity, in which case she will shrink away from you with an expression of disgust and insist that read more…
Blessings
As we approach my favorite holiday of the year (guilt-free eating, relaxing with the family, no gift pressures: whatís not to love?) Iíd like to take a moment to recognize what ó and who ó Iíve been most thankful for over the past year. I donít think itís a coincidence that most spots on my read more…
Quote of the day
“There’s only one person who needs a glass of water oftener than a small child tucked in for the night, and that’s a writer sitting down to write.” – Mignon McLaughlin
I’ve got the power…
…but there are still hundreds of thousands of folks here in Cincy who don’t. We’re among the lucky ones. After a severe windstorm hit the Tri-state last Sunday, Greater Cincinnati experienced the largest blackout in its history, leaving nearly one million households in the dark. The mighty gusts took down power lines, felled trees, ripped read more…
Run to Remember
I’m a runner — although the definition of the term has changed over the past decade. Years ago, before kids and mortgages, I used to spend leisurely Saturday afternoons running 10- and 15-mile routes, carefully clocking time and distance, signing up for local races a couple times a month. In May of 2002, my running read more…
Writing nemesis
Good thing she’s so darn cute. When I was pregnant with Claire, our third daughter, I had idealistic visions of my new role as work-at-home mom. I arranged for child care for her two older sisters, as Claire would remain with me throughout my work days. “Newborns are easy,” I can still hear myself saying read more…