Mary’s birthplan didn’t work. How do I know? Well, what new mom dreams of having her baby in an animal barn, on the floor, and laying him to rest in a feeding trough with flies buzzing overhead? The fact that she didn’t get a terrible infection from the unsanitary conditions was proof alone that God …
‘Tis the season to be miserable. I practice thankfulness. I get outside in the sunshine. I eat an extra cookie. I feel bad about that, then I eat an extra salad. I feel empty after that, so I eat an extra turkey leg. Extra, extra, extra. ‘Tis the season to overdo just about everything. What’s …
It’s over. The whole holiday season. I know that as a mama and a wife, it was largely my job to work the magic and the social calendar for my family. I also know that I had a two-month-old baby this season, which automatically forfeited any ambitious holiday schemes that may have been brewing. Over …
Have a peaceful Christmas: my personal tiding to you this season. It’s Christmas. It’s life, and then it’s Christmas on top of that. It’s getting and decorating the tree. Scratch that: it’s getting the tree, then nursing the baby while the kids hang ornaments in low-hanging clumps, all while the control freak in me swallows …
