clothing
The other day I was leafing through the racks of a local Goodwill when I saw it: a bright pink sweater covered with multi-colored hearts. I swooned, smiled, and then stopped: Was this too girly?
moving
My husband is all about carefully wrapping and boxing things, and I'm prone to throwing stuff in the back of the car, unboxed and unlabeled, and then being heartbroken when something breaks.
furniture
My husband and I recently celebrated a big-time first for us: we bought a couch.
blogging
I had the first inkling of “Maaaybe I should slow down on the blogging about my kid” around the time my son turned one-and-a-half and started looking and acting like more of an actual person.
failure
Every time I announce I'm beginning a project, my husband has moved beyond the “Are you sure?” questioning phase to the small smile, “If you must” phase, because he realizes there's no hope. This ship is always, always going to sink.
in

Jan 8, 2013 at 1:30pm | 69 comments

diet
I thought I would have all of these awful feelings after taking the first bite, but I had only happy, warm feelings that come with eating a bit of food you have really missed.
in

Dec 28, 2012 at 6:00pm | 377 comments

violence
Sean and another dad simultaneously yelled, “Someone's shooting in the mall!” at the same time that I literally leapt out of my seat, pulled my child out of a tunnel by his feet, and ran.
issues
If I am getting angry because of how someone else is choosing to live her life, the problem usually isn't that person.
in

Dec 10, 2012 at 6:00pm | 107 comments

thanksgiving
My son spent a month in a NICU after he was born, and I made a silent promise to the universe that one day I'd do my best to give something back to these people.
in

Nov 22, 2012 at 11:00am | 7 comments

family drama
Becoming a parent has helped me realize that while I thought I knew what was going on when I was growing up, I really had no idea.
in

Nov 12, 2012 at 2:30pm | 24 comments