I know that birth and death are basically the two most universal things on the planet. Well – and sex, I guess, in its various forms. That doesn’t make it easier to talk about them with a three-year-old. E has been asking a lot about death recently, for many reasons. Last summer, he had his…
Tag: love
Calm is a fragile state.
1. Happy Birthday to my gorgeous younger sister! She is presently embarking upon a new chapter in her life, in a new city, and we are really excited for her. (Even though I’m bummed that she won’t be an 8-minute drive away.) We love you so much, Auntie Beth! You are one amazing gal. 2….
Evidence that after seven years of marriage, my Hubbibi and I are OLD
Hi everyone, Thanks for all your good wishes! Sean and I had our li’l getaway, and it was really, really nice. AND, it was perfect for retirees. Huh? We went to check in at our B&B, which is a beautiful house in the country run by a very nice guy named Shane. It has a…
Dear Rainbow Baby
Dear Rainbow Baby, You have been living inside me for almost 34 weeks, and I’m so thrilled you’re there. Your Daddy and brother and I love you very much, and you have already made us very happy, just by doing your thing: kicking and moving around, and growing. In a few more days, you will…
Post-Camp Roundup Fantastico
Hi, Everyone! Although there’s always some culture shock when I come back from Family Camp, it’s nice to be here, in a lot of ways. And nice that thanks to my smarty-phone, my email inbox (though largely neglected) is not in complete chaos, and I was even able to post you a li’l post with…
For my sparkly grandmother
I have a necklace my maternal grandmother bequeathed to me. She bought it in Greece, on a long-ago voyage. Whenever I wear it, I get compliments on it. I say, “It used to be my grandmother’s,” and people are taken aback, because it’s so funky and contemporary-looking. I’ve always simply said, “She’s a really stylish…
Sebastian’s Birthday: A Lullaby for my Children
Monday morning – July 9th, 2012 Dear Sebastian, It’s 9:04 a.m. as I begin this post. It was important to me to write this morning, because I know that at this same hour, one year ago, you were still in my arms. It is exactly the same kind of morning it was on the day…
right where i am 2012: one year
I first read the writing of Angie, of still life with circles, last summer, during my first tentative steps into the baby loss blogosphere. I was very moved by this post I read of hers at Glow in the Woods, a blog for babylost parents of which she happens to be the editor. Last year…
To my baby daddy
Dear Hubbibi, Thanks for being you. YOU are a fantastic father – an absolute natural. Thanks for being a Daddy who… … timed my contractions for hours and never failed me during a hard labour that took forever… … never lost your cool during a freaky labour that took almost no time at all… ……
What makes mothers?
It’s interesting, the things that kindergartners say about their mothers. I recently overheard a fragment of conversation at kindergarten snacktime, involving one of the kids I like to call “pop-up children” (teachers, you know the ones I’m talking about). This is what I heard: “…and then she punched me! In the face! My mom!” Wise…