Dear Charlotte

Dear love, you are so clever. Always learning, expanding, growing, always curious. I love watching you grow. You have become so kind and thoughtful, I see you thinking of others. I see you giving generously to your sister and thinking of her when she is not around. I feel your little hand gently patting my…

A ninth birthday in quaratine

My dear one, I have thought for a long time about what to write for you today. Writing that you won’t read until you are much older or maybe even after I am no longer living. It’s your birthday. You are excited, and anxious, and even a little sad. This year your birthday comes to…

Fat Girl Climbing

Two years ago I tried climbing for the first time and it was a complete disaster. I was at the YMCA with my daughter for a youth climbing event. I had watched her climb so often and she made it look so easy. She was like a little gecko! She just stuck to the wall!…

Sweatpants

I wore sweatpants for an entire day and it was honestly liberating. And no I don’t mean I wore sweatpants in my house for the entire day, I mean I wore sweatpants and went out and about and interacted with other humans. Oh and I didn’t shower either. It was entirely an amazing feeling. No…

Dear Charlotte

Dear Charlotte, Today you are 4 years old! That’s 4 trips around the sun that we have shared our lives with you. Things I love about you at 4: when I pick you up and carry you, you often rest your head on my shoulder and rub my back. You say “OH MY GOSH” when…

Eye Blinks

“I think this to myself even though I love my daughter. She and I have shared the same body. There is a part of her mind that is a part of mine. But when she was born she sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since. All her life,…

Living Multigenerationally

NanoWrimo day 4 Multigenerationally is possibly a word I made up, although I think it’s meaning is clear. I live in a multigenerational house. My husband I and our two children share a home with my mom and dad, three generations of people all under one roof. It was never our plan to live with…

Resting Bitch Face

NanoWrimo day 3 Before I was born, I was cursed with resting bitch face. I am not sure what bruja my ancestors angered but all the women in my family are burdened with resting bitch face. Maybe it’s a small sacrifice for the ferocity that burns through our veins. Because no woman travels to America…

I am not good at parties

NanoWrimo day 2 I am not good at parties Unlike my daughter who loves parties, my daughter who wants to be the life of the party. I am not good at knowing what to say or when to say it. What things are ok to ask and what things should be left unsaid. I am…