I love a good holiday, and I have always particularly loved Halloween. There is something about dressing in costume that feels so freeing to me. When I’m Miss Frizzle, or Edgar Allan Poe, or a cow (yes, I did that one once), I don’t feel the same pressure to be…
View PostWhen I sent Margot to daycare for the first time, her teacher asked me to send a photo album (or, as she called it, a “family book”), containing pictures of all the important people in Margot’s life. The book was supposed to be a kind of comfort object, and a…
View PostThe pandemic turned me into a stay-at-home-mom, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. This past week was hard. My son, now almost 19 months old, is still in the midst of a seemingly never-ending sleep regression. Not only was is he refusing to go to bed, but…
View PostThe summer before sixth grade, I was still pretty hopeful that my letter to Hogwarts was coming in the mail. I knew that my older brother probably wasn’t a wizard, or he would’ve been able to “magic” himself out of all the trouble he got into. My little brother might…
View PostOver the past week or so, I haven’t been feeling my best. I had stopped reading the news, or watching TV, or looking at anything other than books and my real-life friends’ accounts on social media. The internet had begun to feel like a toxic place, and I knew I…
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