I roll the pastry dough thinner, thinner. So soft and supple, elastic. It stretches into an ever widening circle until it can stretch no farther. The edge crack, break open and refuse to be made thinner. And, as I look at the lump of dough on my wooden board, I think: I am like the dough, stretched ever thinner till the edges start to crack and the world can see just how frayed ...
Motherhood
Things I never knew….
Before I was a mother, I never knew... Hot dogs and macaroni constitute a food group. Bath time and teeth brushing can be a battle. Little hand prints smudged on window panes are painted pictures of a beautifully blessed life. You don't have to have a perfect relationship with your mother to have a good one with your children. Boys do not have "inside ...
My idea of the perfect date…
"That's a tough one. I'd have to say April 25 because it's not too hot and not too cold. All you need is a light jacket." (Name that movie!) There was a time when I might have had an idea of the perfect date. But, somewhere between child number one and child number four, my expectations have changed a bit. It probably has something to do with a severe lack of babysitters. That doesn't ...
Daffodils and Sunny Days
Yesterday, my kids brought me the first of spring's daffodils. Little bits of sunlight sitting in my windowsill now. My family spent the afternoon outside together, and it was heavenly. Warm and glowing and relaxed. It's been a while, and I'd forgotten how much we need it. How much I need it. The ability to breath in fresh air, feel sunshine on my face and the wind in my hair, to stretch ...