in these small moments

So, for the past couple of months, I’ve been dying to share a secret with you. No, we’re not pregnant yet. (I know, right!?) But I do have a new baby, of sorts. And that new baby is allParenting, a new online magazine for moms—the product of many talented women (and a few men) and...

She unearthed the stamps and ink pads I had hidden in the back of the closet. Oooohhh, Mommy! Can I use these? And, oh, how I wanted to say no. Gifted to her nearly three years ago, I’ve let her use them once. Because I’ve been saving them. For what, I’m not sure. Like china...

The past sixteen months of my life have been lived in two-week increments. Infertility does that to you. It robs you of the present and leaves you wishing away weeks of your life, placing all of your hope on something that might never be. The past several months have been particularly painful. Time is...

Last night, as I was trying to fall asleep, I had big plans to write a post today to recap the past year, my second year of blogging. I thought that this afternoon I would sit down and share my thoughts with you, but today got away from me. Craig, Katie, Matthew, and I...

This is what Easter looked like at our house… If that Birthday Cake Martini on the right looks good to you, I’m sharing the recipe here. Cheers!

Okay, if you’ll excuse me for a minute, I’ll dust off these cobwebs. Ahem. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind and I’ve missed all of you and this little space of mine. What have we been doing? Well, I’ve been happily writing my tail off over at SheKnows and I can’t even begin...

The last time I went home to Maine, I sat with my grandmother for hours at her kitchen table, while we went through her photo albums and boxes of loose photos. She named the people in each photo and shared stories of her life with me. And in those moments, it felt as though...

Oh, how I remember Shamrock Shakes when I was a kid. Each year, my anticipation built until I had one in my little hands and took the first sip and remembered…that I didn’t like them. At all. There was a funny taste that I couldn’t identify and one sip was all it took to...

We each woke up that crisp, sunny morning, quite likely with our first thoughts of our Listen to Your Mother audition that day. We each carefully chose our clothes, applied our makeup, and mentally ran through our chosen piece time and again. We drove to the Fort Mason Center to share our words with...