Next week is a big week. I’ll be speaking at Women Create Media and then scooting on over to BlogHer. I attened a BlogHer conference two years ago in Chicago, skipped New York in August 2010 (if you’re from NY you have to admit there’s no good reason to go there in August) and now
Dear Sweet Alexander, Ten years ago I was terrified that I didn’t have enough love to go around. I was so afraid of becoming your mother that I thought I’d have to love Jane less in order to love you more. I was so very wrong. In your first minutes of life you taught us
This morning when I went to wake Jane Sparky was curled up her bed. Sparky does not sleep with Jane, and we know that the last time Sparky slept with Jane there was not a happy ending to the story. This morning was no exception. Although Jane’s sheets are lime green with white and green,
I was so excited when a bird settled in on my kitchen window. I thought it was a good omen. The only one who got lucky was Sparky. Sparky’s kill list is long. Last Wednesday night Sparky slept on Jane’s bed. This is odd, because Sparky never goes into Jane’s room, she sleeps with Alexander.
This weekend I talked to my kids about drug addiction. They don’t really know Amy Winehouse, and they aren’t exposed to the news that she passed. Not at home anyhow. I can’t control what they discuss at camp. I posted this on Twitter when I heard about Winehouse’s passing a few days ago. More than