I stood staring at him. What would I change? Would I go back in time and finish that degree? Would I get rid of the extra skin and the stretch marks on my stomach, the ones I often hide?
Every time I walk between my parents’ home and my Nanny’s home I am struck by the changelessness of their place. It’s a journey I’ve made hundreds of thousands of times in my life – down the little hill to Nanny and Papa’s. The miles I put on my legs and bicycles and imagination over… Continue reading changeless
When I think back on the last few years, I’m often astonished at how much has changed. A sign of getting old, to be sure, is to notice how different things are year over year. As a kid, I don’t think I noticed much from year to year – but then, maybe things didn’t change… Continue reading Oh, How Things Have Changed
Earlier this week, I blogged at Greenmommy about how F’s transition from co-sleeping to his big boy bed is going (it’s mostly looking like he and I sleeping in a twin sized bed with 3 stuffed animals and 1 cat). So far, nobody has fallen out of the bed or totally lost their shit –… Continue reading Transitioning