By Megan As I sit at my desk in the stillness of this Sunday night after a busy, active weekend for our family, I imagine the front of our home as a sleepy, peaceful face, her blinds half-closed like drooping eyelids, her walkway tossed lazily across the front lawn, an arm across a chest slowly rising…
Category Archives: Megan
What’s in YOUR Mom-Purse?
By Megan Back before I had kids, I used to buy purses based on their color. Their texture. The feel of the leather. The way they smelled. The way they added that perfect je ne sais quoi to an outfit. Now that I’m a wife and Mom, I select a handbag based on how big…
Be Still Life
By Megan The pages of my life turn so fast. I lay in my bed this morning while the smallest napped, and thought of yesterday, sweet yesterday in the park, already a chapter gone by. Everything’s ticking, ticking, ticking; even the hums and drones and whirs of everyday life measure the bars of this family’s…
A Mom’s Guide to Soothing First Day of (Pre)School Jitters
By Megan If you’re like me, you’ve been scampering around for a few weeks now, trying to pull together everything on your Back-to-School list — the registration, the shopping for supplies, clothes and shoes, the re-organizing of the calendar and re-implementation of a school-friendly daily routine — so many important to-dos boiling away on the…
A Piece of Cake, Please, with a Side of Gravy
By Megan Well, we did it. Peabody and I have officially made it to the one year mark in our nursing relationship. We’ve had a busy weekend celebrating his birthday, so the realization that we’ve finally reached the goal I set for us long before he was born didn’t really hit me until last night,…
Sometimes Parenting Has Very Little to Do With The Children
By Megan “Grab a fleece and meet me downstairs,” I whispered to Al as I brushed past him outside Bean’s room Saturday evening. We’d finished up the bedtime routine with both kids a little bit early, and I’d already surreptitiously poured us each a glass of wine, lit a few candles, and collected a warm,…
A Little Piece of the Sun
By Megan Peabody’s sportin’ a shiner this Monday morning. Despite the fact that I guarded it like a soccer goalie for an hour and a half, at a vulnerable moment he slipped around me like a shot to take a gainer off the bottom step down to the cement patio below. Besides the sickening thud…
Twice as Everything
By Megan Last year this time, I stood on the edge of a precipice, waiting and wondering, my mind one big question. This year, I often sit quietly (or grab my camera and click away, as you can see!) at the edge of my two beautiful children’s world and watch my question answered in a…
A Mother’s Eulogy.
By Megan I always lamented not having a chance to really know Al’s mother. Although I did spend many hours in her quiet, restful company, she’d been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s a few years before Al and I married, and by the time we met, she was very ill. I do feel blessed I got to…
Beautiful Carrie
By Megan I went to find Bean in the waning hours of a neighborhood party last night, in the filtered, sparkling light of dusk, to take her home with us for the night. I crossed the grass of two back yards and saw her shoes haphazardly kicked on the back porch next door and I…