Like many of you, I have spent quarantine time cleaning up and organizing things long-past due. One of those is a box of pictures I have carried with me to six different homes. I’m a product of the days when one blew through rolls of Kodak film, then checked the box for double prints at the store, only to discover that half the pictures were overexposed. You can imagine that going through twenty years of memories has been an undertaking and I’ve moved quickly to pitch and toss. But when I laid . . .
The Letter I Never Meant to Keep
Last week, I found a note from Henry's preschool teacher tucked away in my desk. As I read it, my heart quickened. I remember that feeling of getting notes and calls home. "Can you talk with Henry?" she'd say, about crawling under tables/running with scissors/drawing on the floor/hugging his friends too hard/sitting on kids who angered him/encouraging his classmates to eat a paper cupcake liner (yes, I agree, that was a ridiculous reason to call me). Pre-K was a terrible, no good, very bad year . . .
The Elephant in the Room
I just left a second voicemail at the hotel in Maine we were supposed to visit for my 40th birthday in August. The governor recently declared that out-of-state visitors will have to self-quarantine upon arrival through the summer months, making my dreamy birthday trip impossible. Of course that's disappointing, but the first thing my thoughts settled on are the Mainers who have always served us so hospitably during our summer visits. The lobster boat captain in Portland, the concierge at the . . .
Planting Season
I've been quiet on the blog the last few weeks. None of us has lived through a pandemic before and to be honest, I didn't know what to say. This should be my sweet spot, right? The time to shout simple rhythms & spacious margins from the rooftops. After all, it's a mantra my family has grown accustomed to these last few years and I am observing how it is benefitting us in this moment. But it just seems to fall so. . . flat. Flat when people are losing their jobs. Flat when essential . . .
The Thersday Series: Heart Hero Hayes
When I approached my new pal Karol about sharing the journey of her son, Hayes, on the blog during Heart Month, she graciously agreed. Hayes' zest for life and infectious smile is already charming hearts everywhere, which makes his story all the more poignant. But when we dug deeper in conversation around her son's diagnosis, Karol revealed how CHD has changed her as a mother and wife, and what she wished people knew to say and do when someone they care about receives life-altering news. It's a . . .
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