Category Archives: tales from motherhood

This photo was taken when the wee lass was two months old, a few days after my 40th birthday. It sums up motherhood for me: it’s a blur, a glorious blur full of really high highs and some pretty low moments, sandwiched in between laughter, love, and equal amounts of tickling and cookie making. If […]

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  on a recent morning, i had time alone with my red bean. as she placed her order at the counter, the cashier jokingly said, she can’t be your daughter, y’all look nothing alike. we get that often. between sipping her coffee and exclaiming how grown up she feels having coffee, she prattled on about […]

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my red bean. my first baby and a whole world of firsts that followed her birth. her firsts are all catalogued in my memory, snapshots tucked away for safe keeping. as i see her need for separateness, for independence begin to take root, i’ve been flipping through those memories more often: teaching her to roll […]

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Several months back my boy came to me and tearfully said, I’m worried we don’t have anything in common. In his mind, the Red Bean, his older sister is like me, in his mind she is my mini-me and therefore, I enjoy doing things with her more than with him. My boy is tenderhearted and […]

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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the act of writing about motherhood (or depending upon the day, more like I’m writing my way through motherhood as a means of making sense, making peace). Whether you’re writing about it or writing through it, there is always the delicate issue of writing about your children. I […]

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