Telling Our Own Stories: Our Children and Internet Privacy

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had a private blog. Writing has long been my preferred means of communication, and blogging felt like a natural way to chronicle my daughter’s birth and my birth as a mother. We were 2,500-3,000 miles from our family and friends, and this blog helped make that distance seemContinue reading “Telling Our Own Stories: Our Children and Internet Privacy”

Dreams vs Reality, or What Yeats and I Have in Common (sort of)

Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, forContinue reading “Dreams vs Reality, or What Yeats and I Have in Common (sort of)”

Why I Didn’t Answer When You Called

The reasons I will tell you: I was exercising. I was in the bathroom. I forgot to charge my phone. We had guests over. You just missed me. The reasons I won’t tell you: I was in the middle of a crossword puzzle. I didn’t feel like talking. I couldn’t find the phone. My coffee hadContinue reading “Why I Didn’t Answer When You Called”

Your Morning Walk: A Guided Tour

Grab your fleece—New England mornings are still chilly in May—and begin your walk at the oldest house in the neighborhood. This split-level made its debut just months before JFK was shot, but you’ve only lived here for three years, which means you have another seventeen years or so before you’re no longer considered a newcomer. Turn leftContinue reading “Your Morning Walk: A Guided Tour”

Carolina Dreaming

I walk along the red clay path past white dogwood blooms. My son spots a black and orange millipede. We stop to watch it cross the path and see a second one on the other side. My children gather rocks and throw them into the creek as I try to capture the splash with my camera. TheContinue reading “Carolina Dreaming”

A Birth in Fifty Words

When my sobs subsided I steeled myself, and we closed the door on the birth tub and our home birth and entered a world of monitors and medications, threats and confusion. The triumph behind us, I could finally look into my daughter’s eyes; we were the first people on Earth. Written for The Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge theme, “Fifty.”  

A Writer By Any Other Name

When people ask me, “What do you do?” I get all squirmy inside. I should really come up with a technically true but nevertheless evasive answer, like, “I develop and implement curricula for children learning outside the traditional classroom setting.” Or I could go with, “I read and write reviews about the classics of westernContinue reading “A Writer By Any Other Name”