This week, the girls and I were home together while Joey worked at camp. We walked to the river behind our house nearly every day, and alternate walks were to town for ice cream. It’s down hill to either destination, and then the choice is either to make the hike back up the hill with…
dinner: a love story
When Rosie was born, she had a hole in her heart. We didn’t know this until months later, when her doctor heard a mellow “whoosh, whoosh” as she listened to her tiny chest. At first, it all seemed like a crisis–there were trips to the big hospital in the next county, and every answer to…
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
butter (and a second chance!)
A few weeks ago, I had the good fortune to participate in a lovely event for the Berkshire Festival of Women Writers, an evening on motherhood and creativity curated, nurtured, and grown by Suzi Banks Baum of Laundry Line Divine. I wanted to share the piece I read that night–an alternate (and longer!) version of…
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