“Dootsie,” she sighed. “I’m 26.” I shrugged. I’d come to terms with my quarter-life crisis already. I knew where her mental spiral was headed. She looked flustered. She wondered aloud if she was doing it right, if she was successful enough, if she was doing okay. She reasoned that she was doing far “better” than … More Better


I forget, sometimes, how much I am in it. He has a way of reminding me, of bringing its magnitude to the front and center of my awareness.  He brings out my gratitude, my awe, my sheepish grins.

Baby Crazy

It hits me sometimes.  In those quiet moments when it’s just me and my womb, when I’m watching a very special episode of the latest TV show to jump the shark, when I see the perfect little tot acting perfectly perfect… I want a baby. I don’t particularly like children.  I find them more than … More Baby Crazy

What I Want

A friend’s Facebook post spurred me to consider what it is in life that a WANT.  Aside from summer nights filled with fireflies and the occasional ice cream sandwich, what is it that I want from my life? I want to have a home where friends can pop over any time.  I want to live … More What I Want