Because You’re Mine

Her hands wrap around my calves as she pushes her head past my knees, peeking out in play as I pour my morning coffee. It’s 5:30 a.m., and she surrounds me with obligations I feel I can’t uphold. The weight of motherhood is in my mouth, my eyes, my...

What’s in your kombucha?

Recently a friend of mine told me that before she knew me, she thought I was “too crunchy” to befriend. “Me? Crunchy?” I said to her. “I wear shoes and deodorant and don’t use Tom’s toothpaste.” “But you drink...

Marriage is Hard

My husband and I have always used traditional anniversary gift ideas as inspiration for our presents.  For example, on year 4, the gift is fruit…so I gave my husband Fruit of the Loom underpants. Naturally. On year 10 , it’s tin, so of course I made him a...

In Sickness and In…Sickness

I used to pride myself on not getting sick. I’m so healthy and full of probiotics and organic homemade juices! I would announce internally (and sometimes to the Jamba Juice lady who was pouring my health into a cup). Then I had kids. And all that awesomeness...

That Time I Locked My Baby in the Car

The day was gorgeous. It was the kind of summer day that keeps Minnesotans sane in the winter. You know the kind–where you forget about life and play hooky and drift off. Those days are NOT to be wasted, so I knew exactly where to go for mine. Lake Calhoun. My...