It's Arizona in July.
Meaning, it's fucking hot. We went out to get out of the house, but needed to find somewhere indoors because of said heat. The girls got sorbet, Theo got ice cream and Matt and I got acai, something I've recently discovered...
It's Arizona in July.
Meaning, it's fucking hot. We went out to get out of the house, but needed to find somewhere indoors because of said heat. The girls got sorbet, Theo got ice cream and Matt and I got acai, something I've recently discovered...
The season finale of The Leftovers was poetic and simple and beautiful. I have not always loved certain elements of this show, namely the afterlife episodes, but I see now, after it's all over, what I think the creators and writers were trying to convey: that there are some things we just can't know, that we all are fighting ourselves internally to some extent, that conflicting and confusing and dueling desires rage within us all. That that is what it is to be human…
The words tumbling around in my head lately…
It took an uber to a plane to another plane to a taxi to a rental car to a ferry to get to Quadra Island. It was quite the adventure. The ferry was one of my favorite legs, probably because that meant I was almost there, but it was beautiful and calm and the end of day light felt nostalgic as it danced on the water…
Last August my brother, Joe, got married. He and his wife decided to have their wedding on Quadra Island, which is an island within Vancouver Island, which is off the coast of Vancouver, BC. I spent two years in Vancouver, which was the beginning of an awakening for me. I became aware of the world outside of what was familiar to me. I loved my time in BC. I miss it often…
One sunny day in April…
Before cellphones and the internet, we'd arrange a time for my mom to pick me up from the mall, and I'd be where I said I'd be at the time I said I'd be there. I probably just asked somebody for the time. Or she waited, probably not happy with me. Or I waited, wondering how I was going to get home. Or I'd call collect on the payphone and in the space where I was supposed to only say my name so the recipient knows who's calling, I'd instead say: "come pick me up from the mall!" and then quickly hang up so my dad wouldn't incur any charges. He hated being charged for collect calls or ambulance rides…
This book has me torn. On the one hand, I admire Megyn Kelly and her willingness to not apologize for what she says and thinks. She does not feel the need to precede opinions with qualifying statements, which is something I do too often. She is smart. Really smart. Her list of achievements make me feel like I need to go run a marathon while giving birth (to twins, no epidural, full make up on) and writing a novel…
I sent my oldest child to school yesterday, like millions of other parents across the world. We walked the brisk walk down to the bus stop, the wind whipped our hair. She asked, again, for me to drive her and Theo to school so she wouldn't have to take the bus. All of the sudden she didn't feel well. I couldn't take her that day, the bus had to happen. As the bus appeared at the end of the street, I could see her fighting back tears. She grabbed for my hand and walked towards the bus, even though she didn't want to get on it. I was telling her that I loved her, that I was so proud of her, that she was being so brave, and then I found myself saying this: we can do hard things…
I have been trying to run away from it, this motherhood thing. Not in a literal sense. Geez. What kind of a mother do you think I am? I don’t believe I would ever actually leave my children. But that’s not to say I love every minute of it. I don’t.
I guess that's the kind of mother I am…