you sleep, I sleep, we co-sleep.

at what point do the habits we create in order to survive our situation, become the very behaviors that keep us tripping over our own feet? and what happens when we see our little ones following in those same patterns? when I was about 12, I convinced myself for a whole summer that I couldn’t…

ode in a lunar language.

my solstice story. told by the moon. performed at the 3rd annual Solstice Gala hosted by Bloom Creative & Catapult Creative on 12.21.2018.  

check in/check out.

I didn’t really have a specific topic to discuss this week. in fact, I almost skipped this week entirely because we have been so damn busy over here. I have an exciting poetry reading this Friday that is occupying most of my free/creative time when we aren’t going from afterschool activities straight to bedtime. but I made…

100 joyful moments.

they say that bad things come in threes. that when it rains it pours. or that you will never be given more than you can handle, even when it feels like you’re drowning. I get frustrated and distracted and even detached. sometimes I feel like it’s 11pm before I get to sit down and everything out…

32 flavors of grace.

word of the year: grace (noun). elegance or beauty of form, manner, motion, or action: a pleasing or attractive quality or endowment: favor or goodwill. mercy; clemency; pardon: moral strength: my year started in a flood of beginnings. not just your typical new year’s resolutions but a divorce, a new job, and a new(ish) relationship…

roadtrips 2.0

three little humans. one week of summer break. and a single mama budget. I am probably insane. but this year we tackled our second east coast road trip as a family. I researched a lot of destinations and finally set my eyes on Cape Cod. New England has always been on my short list of dream…

mama, do my thighs touch?

the first time I questioned the validity of my body, of the space it took up, I was in middle school. a boy told my best friend that she had nice legs. he said not a word to me. I sat back down at my desk watching the way my pale skin spread and covered…