In my latest essay on Mamalode, I write about wanting to feel closer to my daughter as she is growing up into her own person. Click here to read the essay.
I arrive home from a night out with friends at 9:30pm and gratefully sink into the sofa next to my husband. “How did bedtime go?” I ask, inquiring about our three-and-a-half year old daughter. “You can go up and ask her, she’s still awake,” he answers. “Again?” I shake my head. It is way too late for our daughter… [Read More]
It is dark at 8pm. How is that possible? I wonder, when a month ago the sun didn’t set until after 8:30. The air has the scent of September and the afternoons are cool. I need a sweatshirt to go outside after dinner. Stores are already advertising “back to school.” It is not even Labor Day,… [Read More]
Last week, my 93-year-old grandfather passed away. It came as shock because I could never imagine him dying. My grandfather always seemed invincible, even after he started using a cane to get around. He was always well-dressed, put together and articulate, and usually the smartest one in the room. He was hospitalized a week prior to… [Read More]
Since my daughter’s school ended, we have been in full summer mode. I open my eyes each morning to bright sunshine pouring through my window. When I look outside, my street is lush and colorful, full of flowers and plastic toys scattered in my neighbors’ yards. In the afternoons, the sky has been such a bright blue… [Read More]
Last winter, my daughter and I visited a local nusery school for a tour. My daughter had just turned two, and I was surprised at how eager she was to explore the classroom on her own. I wrote this essay, “Learning to Let Go” about our visit. It took me over a year to find… [Read More]
One of the biggest challenges I have as a writer is finding the time to write. I spend my days shuttling around my daughter, cleaning up after her, running the household and trying to keep my sanity through all of it. I am very lucky to have several hours most days when I can write… [Read More]