Single Supermama

because seriously, what the hell will I do if I can’t laugh about it?

the first jam of summer

What a lovely way to spend a Saturday. First, we went berry picking with friends. Clara ate her weight in strawberries while the rest of us filled our buckets. Then we canned strawberry jam. What in the world is better than homemade strawberry jam that you helped make yourself? If you haven't ...

cluck cluck cluck

About two months ago, Joy and I were chatting about chickens on a Saturday morning. And somehow, by that very afternoon, we had 4 baby chicks living in our kitchen. I'm not really known for my skills in thinking things through. I'm more of a fun-loving... fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of a ...

i’m on my way

This evening I did some more painting on my deck in the fading light of the evening, wearing an old black Japanese slipdress that used to belong to my grandmother and slippers. I had BB King playing on the radio, the chickens running about the yard and the sprinklers watering ...

solar twilight

It's Sunday evening already and the weekend zoomed by. For some reason, I feel like a mass of anxiety - thinking about all the laundry that didn't get put away and the floors that didn't get swept - instead of all the clothes that were washed and dried, the grass ...

perfect weekend

We just had my ideal, perfect, dream weekend. Well... short of being on vacation, anyway. The weather was gorgeous. Clara's dad hung out and played, and worked on the chicken penthouse aka coop for our baby chicks. The girls played in the sprinkler, and the slip n' slide, and the hose, and the ...

no picking weeds

While Clara was taking her afternoon nap on Saturday, Joy and I enjoyed the brief ray of sunshine we got here in Bellingham, and worked in our disaster area of a garden."Mom, what's the difference between weeds and the other plants?""Well, it's all subjective. Weeds are just the plants we ...

joy of gardening

I miss my garden. The lack of free time isn't killing me - I've adjusted to the fact that I don't have time for the karate classes I used to take, or the fact that I haven't even taken my cello out of it's case for 11 months (since my ...

other living things

The deal I have made with my plants is this: if they will just survive, just limp through, until my youngest is 5 years old, I promise that I will take better care of them than any other plant on the block. They will be blessed. They will be green, ...

January 20th 2010
Tags: reading No Comments

bedtime stories

For several months now, Clara has sat on the couch every night for her bedtime story - smushed directly between Kelley and mommy. But even though she's made sure that Kelley is sitting in his correct spot next to her and that he's positioned properly for cuddling, she has strictly ...
December 15th 2009
Tags: family, hapless One Comment

happy holidays

Well, we've survived half of the holidays so far with four kids between us who have different parentage on either side (his 2 grown-up kids have different moms, mine have different dads) - plus our 3 different sets of parents. Plus mine celebrate 2 religions. Thanksgivings. Check. Hanukkah. Check. Christmases still to come...
November 24th 2009
Tags: family 2 Comments

thankful

I am so thankful I can hardly bear it. I'm thankful for my beautiful girls who I love more than I ever knew I was capable of. I'm thankful for a family unique and different - full of steps and halfs and ex'es and inlaws and outlaws that just feels like plain ...
November 6th 2009
Tags: giving, kidssaythedarndestthings 2 Comments

you have such a caring heart

These are the notes my sweet Joy made this morning to pass out to her friends. I adore that girl.
November 2nd 2009
Tags: family, sleep 3 Comments

tight quarters

I have a full size bed. Which is slightly (and I do mean slightly) larger than a twin bed. For the past couple of years, there have been many mornings when all three of us girls have woken up in my bed together - Joy and I on either edge, and ...

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