“O.K., now, arch that back like a Halloween cat,” he repeated as if I hadn’t heard him the first time. “I AM,” this seemed hopeless. I tucked my chin to my chest, and willed my spine to pop out for the anesthesiologist attempting to insert a spinal block. “My belly is huge. There really isn’t... Continue Reading →
With an E and Two R’s
I can't say, for certain, what I read in the wide hazel eyes of our first-born, Maggie Ann, as she stood just inside the doorway of the hospital room -- curiosity, excitement, fear, a hint of betrayal. It was as if she knew, on some level, that her world had changed. It had. She, alone,... Continue Reading →
“Hello” and “Goodbye”
My first husband had the most remarkable wing-man in his three-year-old nephew. From the moment I laid eyes on the little tyke, he had me wrapped around his little finger. He was such an unexpectedly integral part of our courtship. If there was ever a rough patch or a moment of doubt, somehow he was... Continue Reading →
Ready or Not… Not Even Close
As March drew near, our heads came out of the sand. Our due date was upon us, and baby seemed perfectly content, not the least bit eager to leave the accommodations my body was providing. We were barely out of high school, still newly wedded, jobless, and soon-to-be insurance-less. Yes, I know, in a word,... Continue Reading →
Love My Messy Life 