I have few childhood memories. Peonies are one of them. We had a whole line of them down our backyard along the fence. The backyard was immense when I was a child. It took forever to get from one side to the other. I loved to walk along that long row of Peonies and smell … Continue reading Peonies.
This is my sisters room. The carpet is blue. I picked the room closest to the stairs, with access to the attic. But I'm jealous of her two closets and copious sunshine. I don't want to want my room and her room too. But I do. I scale the back of the house. I find … Continue reading The carpet is blue.
My main goal in mothering, was to try to not be my mother. I'm constantly measuring my aptitude as a mother against the yardstick of disfunction. My goal of all time spent with my kids is to have them leave feeling loved and liked and valued. Sometimes I think I spend so much time making … Continue reading Mothering.