Parenting

Where did the time go?

Where did the time go?

For the most part, nobody noticed. There were no inquiries or accusations. Time just passed. It slipped by and took me with it. 2017 was my worst year ever. In 2016 I was able to declare that my depression and anxiety were in check. I pondered a victory lap and ramped off my medication. Twenty-eight years of depression had dwindled…
Eddie knows all

Eddie knows all

My five year-old son often shares information that is new to him. He relays well known facts as if he invented them. He assumes we know nothing and that his role is to educate us. Even if I am sitting next to my husband and I tell Eddie that we are having roasted chicken for dinner, he will turn to…
Wherever you go, there you are

Wherever you go, there you are

Wherever you go, there you are. I’m reminded of this every time I travel. As I’ve mentioned before, I often have travel anxiety. It’s a “first-world problem” and I expect no sympathy for it. Any trouble related to traveling is good trouble. I’m fortunate to be able to take family vacations frequently and give my son exposure to new and…
Circling back to Sacramento

Circling back to Sacramento

I spent two years in my early twenties trying to make a life for myself in Sacramento, California. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. I left and never returned there – until today, a few days before my fiftieth birthday. Today I sat with my three year-old son on the patio at a coffeehouse…
My kid’s carbon footprint keeps me awake at night

My kid’s carbon footprint keeps me awake at night

We all have a carbon footprint. I’m constantly conscious of mine, but that doesn’t equate to me changing my behavior. If my carbon footprint is significant, my son’s carbon footprint must be gargantuan. I shudder to think of all the pollution and waste he’s single-handedly contributed to the planet in only 42-months. Infants may look harmless and cute, but that’s…
Why I write

Why I write

Why do I write about parenting? Why expose my life to scrutiny? It’s my intent to present an unvarnished view of parenthood and life. I realize putting my son’s (and husband’s) name and image out into the world could be problematic. But, online privacy is a myth and the benefits outweigh potential issues. Telling our story is the only way…
The hotel house

The hotel house

There are times when several of the things my son loves align. We call this vacation. Eddie loves air travel, hotels, and elevators. When we travel he gets to experience three of his favorite things. Eddie has improved greatly when it comes to air travel. As an infant in a baby carrier he traveled with few problems. When he turned…
France is coming!

France is coming!

We started prepping my son, Eddie, for the arrival of our international exchange student a week ahead of time. We explained that a young man named Pierre would stay with us for three months. He understood the situation, but our boy insisted on saying, “France is coming!” over and over again. He learned to find France on a map. We…