It all started with Harold & the Purple Crayon. My youngest and I read the story together in front of a blazing fire and he said he wanted to have this book in his collection someday when he grows up and moves out. I told him he would need his own copy because there are some books I will always need to have on my … Continue reading The Stories of our Lives
As I chop and dice to a beat; close a door with a foot, a drawer with a hip, and turn to rinse a radish. Dinner prep is never as fun as when you’re watching and adoring me and burping the baby while I cook. There is nothing sexier than a man who can help with the kids, or pick up a frying pan and … Continue reading I am Woman, Dance Me!