I am officially late. My for-the-record position is that I don't want any more kids. With my youngest recently out of the toddler stage, I am still relishing my hard-earned bits of freedom. A month ago, I triumphantly declared I had changed my last poopy diaper. My three kids can all buckle their own seat… Continue reading A Sac, A Baby, A Spark
Category: ♥ LIFE
Back to School Worrying and Other Acts of Frenzy
'Tis is the season of MUCH ACTIVITY, second only in craziness to the nightmare known as December. School has started, a milestone of which I'm sure you're aware, even if you don't have kids. (My husband dubbed last Monday "Housewives of America Day" on Facebook.) In addition to all the Back to School Shopping, there… Continue reading Back to School Worrying and Other Acts of Frenzy
Inward to Outward, Earth to Sky
Tonight I sit to write, and yet I cannot. I wait, I am ready, but the words don't come. I want to write of what has come before, the moonlit labyrinth I have walked these past few months, but everything is labored. I look for inspiration from drafts started and unfinished waiting in my blog's… Continue reading Inward to Outward, Earth to Sky
My Son, the Vegetarian Who Hates Vegetables
Tonight at bedtime, my youngest son, who is three, looked up at me with big saucer eyes over his Chick fil-A Kids Meal book and said, "Why us eat chickens?" "Why do we eat chickens?" I repeated, stalling for time. This was going to be difficult. The truth is, I have been struggling with this… Continue reading My Son, the Vegetarian Who Hates Vegetables
There’s a Bucket in My Shower
Years ago the husband of one of my best friends started bringing a bucket with him into the shower. He was thinking of his thirsty plants, or perhaps his water bill. After he toweled off, he would trot the bucket outside to his backyard and water his shrubs. I used to think he was crazy.… Continue reading There’s a Bucket in My Shower
A New Birth
A remarkable thing happened last night. Halfway through watching the behemoth four-and-a-half-hour version of The Titanic on AMC, sadness overtook me, and I waved my white remote in defeat. I had had it. It had been a cheery night of television all around, you see, as before that I watched a program on PBS about… Continue reading A New Birth
A Tea Par-TEE Makes Me Cra-ZEE
I'm working on about five different posts at the moment, but I can't seem to get a single one to completion. My brain is definitely elsewhere, and I'll tell you where it's gone: to Crazy Tea Party Land. This weekend, we (I) will be hosting a birthday party for my daughter, who is turning five,… Continue reading A Tea Par-TEE Makes Me Cra-ZEE
Dear President Obama: A Letter for Peace
This afternoon I will go out and buy some quality, old-fashioned stationary at the one store in Austin that still carries any. Then I will write all 1,000+ of these words out and mail them to our president. Will anyone besides the intern with the Santa-sized sack of letters read this? Doubtful. Still, it felt… Continue reading Dear President Obama: A Letter for Peace
Love, Romance, and Real-Life Princesses
I do my best to live under a rock, but even I know that, as my husband told our daughter today, "a real-life princess is getting married tomorrow." I don't know too many details, except that the real-life princess (or soon-to-be, rather) is beautiful, wears some really cute clothes (and crazy-ass hats), and seems nice,… Continue reading Love, Romance, and Real-Life Princesses
Who Can Boast the Most Compost?
It appears to be the obsessing time of the month for me—when I lower my head, stick it in some giant book or in front of the computer, and emerge a couple of days later with a great deal more knowledge on the topic du mois. This month, if last night's up-until-1:30 a.m. research-fest was… Continue reading Who Can Boast the Most Compost?
Spring
I just got back from spending too much time, and even more money, at Central Market on my weekly grocery shopping trip. I blame it on the fancy cheese lady, who was so friendly as she handed out tiny samples of "goat cheeses from around the world!" with disarming dexterity. And the giant, shiny salmon… Continue reading Spring
Each of These, My Three Babies
A while ago an old friend from college, who was then pregnant with her third child, asked me if I had any words of advice on the subject of going from two kids to three. I thought about it for a bit, and then I told her that with my first child, his first birthday… Continue reading Each of These, My Three Babies
Ode to Ovulation
The monthly call to fertility is exhilarating, but in our house, we've come to eye it with suspicion. My husband was kind enough to print out this article from the New York Times for me yesterday. The author, John Tierney, discusses one of my favorite topics, the invisible powers possessed by ovulating women, and highlights… Continue reading Ode to Ovulation
Valentine’s Day, We Meet Again
Is this a happy holiday? Hearts cut out of doilies, cuddly teddy bears, and cakes with pink roses. It sure seems like it ought to be. So why does it feel like the arch-enemy to my sense of peace and sanity? I've been dreading this day for the past several weeks, when it first popped… Continue reading Valentine’s Day, We Meet Again
Richer or Poorer, Lost Either Way
A few weeks ago my husband told me all our money had gone to pay the bills and I was to avoid spending a dime until the next payday. No problem, I thought, I've definitely been here before. But I still felt poor in that moment. Then I took the trash out, and after the… Continue reading Richer or Poorer, Lost Either Way
Amy Daniewicz 