The First Playdate (click to read) was an important one for me. I felt normal. Not so alone in my motherhood. Allison is still awesome and wacky. And our wacky club has more members than I ever knew. I’m really lucky in the “mom friend” department. You all know who you are. And I’m ready for a karaoke night very soon!
That time I had the Flu (click to read) …so that’s where all my sick days went.
The bracelet project (click to read) is incredibly close to my heart. This story wouldn’t have been possible without a lady named Cassie Nordin. Cassie really demonstrated what the power of words can do. She will always be special to me.
Comforting the comforters (click to read) was one of my favorites. I worked hard on this with an amazing editor. Lots of introspection and truth. Which is why I write in the first place. Oh also, I enjoy the snacks.
The tampon story (click to read) was a silly one for Kveller.
When My Child Died (Click to read) was originally just going to be something for my personal blog. On a whim, I sent it to Scary Mommy. I’m so glad I did because I made some amazing new mother friends through it.
Bare yourself when you can. It feels really good. Pants are never required. 🙂
The Bracelet (click to read) was such an important story for me. All my amazing mothers in grief…I think about you and all our kids every day. I have such a special love for you all.
Overthinking the silly stuff (Click to read) is how I wish I felt every day, without fail. Sometimes I need to reread this.
The Loss of Noah & Water Safety (click to read) was my very first published story. I remember crying happy, yet complicated, tears when I read the acceptance letter (which is laminated 🙂 ) Starting with Scary Mommy was overwhelming and amazing.
This came up in my facebook memories…
The irony that I started working in a liquor store just a few weeks after Noah died is not lost on me. Where else would I come in contact with such an endless parade of lost souls while still collecting a paycheck and using my knowledge of grape varietals and appellations? Where else would the lost soul I was when I first started, feel so at home?
Technically it is a wine and spirits store. But that really is just a nice name for a liquor store, isn’t it?
Let me introduce you to a random smattering of my top seven souls, lost and otherwise, I’ve encountered…
- He’s a walking heart attack. Once a day, two 1.5 liters of Woodbridge Chardonnay. He’s sweaty and paunchy but professionally dressed. I think this giant bottle of wine may be his first thought when he wakes up every morning. As we exchange hellos and $22.42…
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