Posted 2 weeks ago


I’ve been spoiled living in Texas, but watching people looking at million dollar houses under 2000 square feet on House Hunters makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.

Posted 2 weeks ago

I am tired. I am busy. I am happy. I am so lucky that I can say this.

Posted 5 months ago

Maureen Benes | Sean and Becca Lewis Fund

Friends from college lost 2 of their daughters today, ages 3 and 6, in a car accident. Please help them if you can. We are all so devastated by this news.

Posted 5 months ago

I’m still here!

Weeks away from childbirth. Just binged on house of cards and true detective. What else could you possibly want to know? If you really miss me, find me on FB.

Posted 9 months ago

Whooping cough at my daughter’s school. Right now I’m in favor of making a list of names of people that opt out and forcing vaccines on them.

Posted 11 months ago


thing from today


Posted 11 months ago


I’m pregnant. My doc was super wrong and looks like I wrote all that sappy shit for nothing! Miracle #2 drops in April…

Posted 1 year ago

Maybe someday, in a book that hasn’t been written yet, I will still use this little guy as my bookmark. Maybe I will prop my pillow up on my bed and settle in, sun streaming through my sheer curtains. Maybe I will remember the morning she spent quietly drawing a little person and taping him together in pieces. Maybe that day will be a good day, and I will remember these afternoons with the sun and windows and pillows and quiet and I will sigh and be okay.

Posted 1 year ago

Back when we lived in Chicago, we went to a White Sox game. I was about 20 weeks along, barely showing, but just starting to feel Caroline move around. I didn’t even know she was a she. She wasn’t doing much yet. Later in my pregnancy, she would stretch way out, longways across my belly, arms up over her head (as much as I could tell), the same way she slept as a baby and the same way I catch her sleeping every now and then. This position kept me from looking pregnant for a long time, I really only looked overweight, puffy faced and wide stomached. It was a hot night and it had taken forever to get to the stadium, and would take even longer to get home on a work night. My back ached in the hard seats and I wanted to go home.

The White Sox scored a home run and fireworks went off. It was very, very loud, and suddenly Caroline started going crazy. She moved around way more than she ever had and seemed to be kicking very rapidly. Without thinking, I moved my hands to my stomach and rubbed them around, the way you might comfort a newborn by rubbing its back. It was in this moment that I first got a glimpse of myself as a real mother. Comforting my baby in distress would be something I would come to know well, something I have done now thousands of times, sometimes literally in my sleep.

Her kicking slowed under my hands. The fireworks continued to blast, then subsided, and I hoped my baby was no longer scared or frantic or whatever she was feeling. What I know is that she was responding to an outside stimulus, maybe out of fear, maybe simply neurological.

That baby, who stretched her tiny body across the inside of mine like a cat in the sun, felt something, reacted to something. That means something. I was 20 weeks pregnant.

Posted 1 year ago

Mean Girls

By far the hardest part of being a parent is allowing your child to experience pain. Today two little bitches were mean to Caroline at a birthday party. Luckily, she didn’t hear what they said about her, only I did. What I wanted to do was pull the little c-words down by their ponytails and stomp them. What I did was nothing. If it is possible to literally feel your heart break, I might have felt that.

I have been reflecting so much on the significance of Caroline starting school. Mostly, I think about what it means for me, how it means that I have to let go and relinquish the control I have had over every aspect of her life for the last 5 years.

But it’s really about her. I think how she will learn that some people aren’t very nice. I think about how this is the very beginning of her learning to navigate her own life. Sure, I will still be here as her mother, to help her figure these things out.  But it’s beginning to be on her. She will experience the pain of a friend being mean or leaving her out. I won’t be able to take on that pain and deflect it from her. It’s killing me.

As a parent you recognize your child’s faults, but they are still so precious to you. To me, Caroline is so sensitive and sweet. She’s definitely a little weirdo, but to me it’s endearing and unique. I have forgotten how truly awful children are, and that all we’ve taught her that makes her a little eccentric might hurt her. But that’s good. As a parent, I need her to learn that some people aren’t very nice. It is so crucial that we let them out into the world, little by little. She has to learn who the mean girls are in order to identify her real friends. I truly hope I can give my child the confidence to find the nice kids, to be a nice kid herself.

Growing up as a parent is very, very hard. Watching a little person become a bigger person is amazing, but knowing all the pain and hard stuff that’s coming is almost too much to bear at times. Setting a good example, being the better person (NOT curbing two five year olds at a birthday party) and being there to soothe the hurts are all part of this deal.

I don’t know how we all survived childhood. I really don’t.

Posted 1 year ago


Here’s a perfect moment. (Begin at 1:00 if it doesn’t already skip ahead.)

This is my favorite thing.

Posted 1 year ago

It’s June 3rd and perfect out this morning. I’m drinking my coffee outside and these last five years of staying home are almost up.

Posted 1 year ago

Twenty Questions

  1. Caroline: Is it an animal?
  2. Me: yes
  3. Caroline: does it have fur?
  4. Me: yes.
  5. Caroline: is it a bear?
  6. Me: no
Posted 1 year ago

On Bearing Crosses

A few weeks ago we got some news that means, with some certainty, Caroline will remain an only child. This news wasn’t really shocking, but it was upsetting. As we have had some time to let it sink in I have come to better terms with it. I have to say, the hardest part has been being on Facebook. I took a little break from it all awhile back, took the app off my phone and didn’t check in for a week or two. But then I slowly started checking back in. The main thing I felt like I needed a break from was the group of people I know from college who are all steadily building their own little armies of children. Good for them, really. Great for them. 

However, every last one of them cycles around the same set of articles about how the entire world is against them, what they believe, and how hard it is to have a large family these days. Every careless comment from a stranger about the many children they are toting around seems to indicate something extremely upsetting. Certainly any jerk drawing attention to you in a negative way is embarassing. I know this. At least once a week I am asked when we will have another child. I am told by strangers in the park, restaurants, the bathroom, that my daughter needs a sibling. I do not sit down a write diatribe about what this means about our society and its values. If anything, what it says is that people are very rude and feel completely comfortable saying anything they want to perfect strangers.

And these dear, smart, funny people are all falling apart. All of them, at some point has mentioned how horribly difficult it is to have so many children. Each shattered milk cup, diaper blowout, sleepless, feverish night is another indicator of how we bear a cross for the cause of being open to life. 

And this is ok. It is a sacrifice to stay home with kids. But it’s also a sacrifice to work, at any job, with or without kids. Being an adult isn’t fun. We all want to sleep more, we all want to travel. 

The life you are living is the life you have been given. Live it. I fully realize that I can unfollow these people, stop reading the articles, stop using every cry for fellowship from these lonely and tired mothers as a reflection of how I’m failing. I’m not failing. They are not failing either.

In September Justin will attend grad school full time. I will go back to work. Caroline will start Kindergarten. These things would be much harder to juggle with more kids. Money will be tighter and our time together will be less frequent. I’m ok with this! It would have been much harder to work through the decision for Justin to quit his job if we already had another kid. It’s hard to not think these things fell into place for a reason. Maybe they did, but maybe it’s just the life we have been given. We are struggling through it like anyone else.

It is hard to not think about the future, to think that some day I will sit back and wish we had had more. But more of what? More happiness? More love in this family of 3? It can’t be possible for my heart to be any fuller than it already is. There is no hole waiting to be filled. And if it is a “miracle,” as my doctor said, that I even have Caroline, then I will take that miracle and go forward. We will be ok.

Posted 1 year ago
My dad called me during chemistry-he’s so lonely. He’s like ‘Um, do you want to hang out this weekend?’ And I’m like “uhhhh sure dad.” God. He’s so lame.
Coffee shop girl