Small Step No. 03

It’s inevitable. You run into your mother’s neighbors’ aunt at a dinner party and you know each other, but you don’t know know each other, so you fumble into stilted small talk until someone politely excuses themselves to hit the ladies’ room, or refill a drink. It’s enough to make you want to avoid the

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Currently Bee

A paraphrased interview with the 4-year-old on a winter afternoon walk: Me: Hey, Bee. Bee: I’m Rosebud right now. You can call me that if you want. I’m going to go ahead and call you Erin because there are just too many Moms to sort this whole thing out and there’s only one Erin, so

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Right Here

Parenthood in one sentence: “Where did the _______ go?” — Four times this morning: Where’d the dog leashes go? Where’s the almond flour I just bought? Where’s your blanket? (In the dishwasher, Mom.) Why? (It was just really really filthy, Mom.) And the last, the given, the one sure thing: Where did the time go?

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Sideless

Three things I know to be true: We are wildly imperfect beings. We hold a great many contradictions. We are fluid, ever-changing, ever-trying, ever-adapting. Another thing I know to be true: We are killing each other. — I have read that there are two sides here: the oppressed and the oppressor, and that to remain

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Are You An Over-Apologizer?

A few years ago, I apologized to a chair. I was walking through the living room with a basket-ful of baby toys/blankets to clean up at day’s end and I tripped over the side of our ottoman, knocking into the armchair and sending it into the wall. Gah! Sorry, I muttered under my breath, re-positioning

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Lately

She: Calling them hand fives. I’ll have done something smart like remembering to switch the laundry or googling what hedgehogs eat (cat food, go figure?) and she’ll say, Great job, Mom. Hand five. It’s been arts and crafts, crafts and arts. There is a thin layer of glue smattering everything east of the office. I’m

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The Ones Worth Framing

Well, surprise. Writing a book is hard. Who knew? Not I. (Kidding.) I did know, or at least I had an inkling, but I had promised myself I wouldn’t make it hard, that I would have fun with it, that I would embrace! the! process! And I did, for a bit, the embracing. And then

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A Secret

Well, hey. We know each other but we don’t really know each other, so let’s get down to it, yes? Yesterday, it was realized that I am passive aggressive. It was also realized that this is quite common in women, as we’ve been raised to assume a certain posture, a certain persona, a certain portrait

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