It’s All About the Vibe

It was with some measure of trepidation that I allowed my parents to leave today to gallivant around Europe for the next six weeks.

Yes, I know they’re adults.

Yes, I know they’re technically allowed to make their own choices without my input, permission or excellent advice.

Yes, I know I repeatedly pressured them to “take a break,” “go on a trip,” and “make retirement look appealing rather than exhausting so I have something to look forward to post-child-rearing.” ...  read more

The Striptease Model of Parenting

Once upon a time, there was a man.  I shall call him Nayfan.  Which sounds a lot like Nathan.  Which is the name of my cousin.  Which my boys cannot pronounce.  So they call him Nayfan.  Which is entirely a coincidence and has no bearing on this story.

Once upon a time, there was a man named Nayfan.  And Nayfan had a son.

And the boy grew.  And he grew.  And he grew.  Until he became a stocky, hilarious, and very stubborn three-year-old boy. ...  read more

On Being Made Real


“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day.

When you’re 9 years old and a girl, I suppose being an emotional wreck is to be expected.

Ah, heck.

When you’re 37 years old and girl, I suppose being an emotional wreck is to be expected.

But sometimes, it’s hard to know which 9-year-old wrecks are I Stubbed My Toe And That’s A Great Excuse To Let Go Of The Emotional Mess Smouldering Inside Me, ...  read more

On the Importance of Taxidermy

“I plan on recruiting a commune,” my husband said reassuringly.

Oddly, I didn’t feel reassured.

Blogging has provided an unanticipated opportunity to get to know the inner workings of my husband’s mind.  Now, I’ll be honest; Greg’s mind terrifies me.  So much so that I don’t often go there.

I prefer to stay in the vicinity of Greg’s heart.  It’s warm and welcoming, and it doesn’t scare me.  I know exactly where his heart is; Greg’s priorities are solidly with me, our kids, our family, and our community.  He’s a man of faith and conviction.  He has unshakeable beliefs and morals (which are often irritating, since I wander around wondering, doubting, changing my convictions and generally blathering, but that’s neither here nor there.)  Greg’s heart is a safe place. ...  read more

Just Call Me MommyMomMomMomMommyMom

I got jealous of my blog this morning.

You know why?  ‘Cause my blog is neat, organized, and clean.  It’s white with crisp black text.  It’s double-spaced, and, get this… conversations show up here in precise, linear order.

Oh my gosh!  What would it be like to have actual, real-life, orderly conversations?

That would be aMAZing.  So calm.  So structured.  So little bleeding from my ears. ...  read more

Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day, Old Marine.

You taught me about decorum.

You taught me about discipline.

You taught me about balance and never taking on too much.

In short, Happy Father’s Day to the coolest dad I know.


I love you, Dad.

The Hairy Eyeball

“My children aren’t excessively physical,” I explained to my daughter’s elementary school staff this entire year.  “I mean, they’re kids and they scuffle, but they don’t hit, punch, or kick at home.  They know that’s automatic time-out behavior.  So I don’t know what’s up with Aden.” ...  read more