The bathroom reader

It was a normal Sunday in October. The 22nd, to be exact. It was gorgeous out, which is to be expected in October. It's the month of perfect weather. I know adults shouldn't have favorite colors and months and numbers, but mine are as follows: green, 8, October. Evelyn and I both share green and, true to stereotype, Sophie loves pink and Theo's favorite hue is blue…

Book reviews: Love Warrior + The Ocean at the End of the Lane + The Dog Stars

I keep a list on my phone titled "books of 2017" because I like to look at it when I'm feeling bad about myself so I can then remind myself, 'hey, at least you're a good reader.' At the beginning of the year, I had every intention of writing book reviews as I read for the handful of you that might actually care. It's now almost October and I've written two. Here goes…

Dragons in our heads

I unknowingly made the mistake of telling Theo that today he’d have a substitute teacher.

He seemed fine the entire car ride to school, but once we go there, he refused to get out of the car. Like, really refused. I subliminally was getting more and more angry and frustrated and mean, making whispered threats through clenched teeth because you can’t lose it completely in the middle of carpool line…

Non-monogamous vegans

My husband became a vegan about six years ago after watching "Forks Over Knives." He literally went from a diet of coke and burgers to tofu and garbanzo beans overnight. He went cold turkey (minus the turkey). There was no process. Just, boom. One day he was a carnivore, the next he was not...

A seat at the table

My dad and I broke the legs off of the spice covered crabs and dipped the white meat in melted butter, our fingers covered in a mixture of Old Bay, vinegar and said butter. My nose began to itch, just like it does when I'm washing the dishes and I don't have a dry hand to appease the persistent, annoying prickle. My kids were running around somewhere, their bodies encased in a layer of sweat and earth and sugar...

Chocolate Milk

I'm writing. Obviously doing something. Matt is sitting at the table next to me, just sitting. Sophie comes over with a carton of chocolate milk, looks at me, and repeatedly asks: "Can I have chocolate milk momma?"

Too Rich

It's Arizona in July.

Meaning, it's fucking hot. We went out to get out of the house, but needed to find somewhere indoors because of said heat. The girls got sorbet, Theo got ice cream and Matt and I got acai, something I've recently discovered...