In a way, it’s exhilarating to witness such a pure expression of emotion. But in another way, our downstairs neighbors have complained about the noise.

If I only have ten minutes, what should I write about?

I refuse to hold onto things for sentimental value. The exception? Any – any – stuffed animal my children have ever loved.

If I squinched up my eyes and tilted my head and really looked at my unshiny life, I could sort of see… glimmering?

“I won’t let you hit! [Smile] Let’s play with trucks instead!” has started to feel like gaslighting to me.

Four times in June I planted rows. Four times savage bunnies chewed them to nubs.

I burst into tears at this suggestion: we’ve been trying to sleep train the un-sleep-trainable. Her cries were biological, not strategic.

I hear a strange noise coming from the bathroom adjacent to my office. It sounds like pipes clanking softly. Or small chains dragging gently, but frenetically.

My attention multiplies because, like a goldfish that grows to fit its pond, it has the space.