LIFE LATELY · MOTHER HOOD

Essay: Someone on Malibu Drive

My dad called me yesterday while I was outside in our yard with the kids. Sitting on a sunny patch on the front stoop, I answered the call with a, "hi dad." To which he responded with a loud and crackly, "there is [crackle crackle] mail [crackle] can't read sender [crackle] ... [fizzz]." No greetings.… Continue reading Essay: Someone on Malibu Drive

LIFE LATELY · MOTHER HOOD

Life in the times … 3/27 – 4/8

Life feels like a vacation. In a hotel with no room service. Where the TV only plays loud kid shows. At a place where clearly the guidebook exaggerated a lot of things. But you know, it's still a vacation. Reading with my princess ... ... and watching the clouds float by. I hear people saying… Continue reading Life in the times … 3/27 – 4/8