For some people, childhood doesn’t end up being the best time of their lives, like you so often hear. I wasn’t a happy kid, though I played one convincingly enough. I also played softball, but when I was on the diamond, things were different. With my uniform on and cleats laced up, I wasn’t pretending … Continue reading That Old Feeling
I’m convinced that I have the sweetest girl in the world–and the point of this is not to convince anyone of that–we all think our kids are the best. Rather, it’s to document a sentiment that occurred to me today. When I drop her off for school in the morning, she always wants “just one … Continue reading Go With Love
Scary Mommy is running a piece I wrote about body image. Be good to yourselves.
Scary Mommy is running my very first published article. I hope it will lift you and others up.
His image illuminates the screen of my phone. He is smiling, that smile I’d like to believe he reserves just for me. The photo was taken a few years ago, now, but seeing it still elicits the same geyser of emotion. Saddened, I watch until his smile fades to black. I can’t talk to him … Continue reading To Be Seen by You
The day starts out like any other. You decide to snooze for ten more minutes, but as soon as you’ve settled back into your comfortable little hollow, your obnoxious alarm begins to wail. Alas, you know yourself too well. You’re a special case, and not even remotely a morning person, so you have not one, but … Continue reading The Day the Tooth Fairy Died
I flick on the bedside lamp and sit on the edge of her bed. Part of me is excited to wake her. She is my sidekick, and it seems strange when she is not right there with me. The other part of me wants to just sit and watch her sleep. She is so peaceful, … Continue reading There With You
Like any good Irishman, our father impressed upon my brothers and me that if we followed a rainbow to its end we’d be rewarded with a pot of gold. As children, fiendish in pursuit of the riches we were certain to obtain, we dedicated countless hours to this effect. I was unexpectedly reminded of this, … Continue reading The Luck of the Irish
In the early days you often felt as though you were drowning. Inky darkness lapped at you from all directions as you struggled toward the distant shore. With one arm you held your young daughter, treading furiously to keep her face above water as you choked and gasped for breath, your own head intermittently plunging … Continue reading Resurfacing
Today is my birthday. I’m 33 years old, which is pleasing in a way that is telling of my propensity for obsessive-compulsive isms. You see, I have a tendency to seek out the comforting relief born of patterns, of repetition and balance – so the smooth, curved lines of two threes, back-to-back, feels inexplicably calming. … Continue reading The Long Way Home