Tag Archives: mother
The construction site
The other night, the kids are supposed to be asleep when I hear this from their room: “You have babies in your tummy,” says my three-year-old, C, to seven-year-old J. “No I don’t!” “Yes you do!” “No I don’t,” on … Continue reading
Worry Dolls
I wake up from a dream, in which I receive a piece of paper that contains the following sentence: You are one with death. Morbid, I know. But also, beautiful. So, I go meditating on this and an image of … Continue reading
Day after day after day
When people ask me if my kids get along, I feel like there’s no simple way to answer that question. They love each other fiercely, are each other’s funniest comedian, crave each other’s company, but are also each other’s main … Continue reading
To the market
Never turn your back to the ocean, my dad told me when I was about J’s age. He also taught me that sometimes, getting crunched by a wave is inevitable and that there are ways to reduce the pain—letting go, … Continue reading
Hard caramel
It’s never about the fucking garlic bread, and I knew that the other night when I became suddenly so irritable for no reason (literally internally fuming about an excess of garlic bread that I discovered sitting in the fridge past … Continue reading
Kaleidoscope
I was thinking about ouroboros—that image of a snake from ancient Egypt and Greece with its tail in its mouth, continually consuming itself and being reborn from itself, representing wholeness or infinity. For some reason, there’s something claustrophobic about this, … Continue reading
Around and around
Saying goodbye to J on his first day of first grade felt like I was sending him off into the open sea on a homemade raft—tightly woven together everyday moments of our family life that are a mixed-up, mismatch of … Continue reading
