I want to be self-sufficient. I want to be debt-free. I want to build a home off the grid, live of the land, have a ceramic studio, raise animals and teach my children to do the same. Or so I think. Alan wants to be a school principal. In the meantime he wants to pursue... Continue Reading →
finding my voice
Revisiting my older posts gives me a sometimes awkward glimpse of my journey. At any given moment I seem to think that I have mostly everything figured out, that I write in my authentic voice. But in going back and re-reading my words, it becomes clear that I didn't have everything figured out. My voice... Continue Reading →
Mama and Mia book club
My biggest girl is eight. She is growing before my eyes, morphing into a new form of personhood that feels suddenly foreign. Her mannerisms, her sense of humor, her enjoyment of making faces in the mirror--they are typical, but new. Typical of someone who is eight. New to me, although I suppose that once upon... Continue Reading →
