Water turned to wine. Standing, unassisted, for the first time. A sea parted. Cells joining and dividing and dividing until what started as singular is complex. Burning bushes. My hand on his chest, rising and falling to the rhythm of his breath, his heart beating into my veins. His eyes closed, consciousness altered. He sleeps. […]

September 11, 2017

gentle parenting, personal growth

“Want to help me?” H asks his grandma. She has just announced to the house that it’s time to get rid of the cottonwood seeds that have been drifting about on the dining room table for the past week. The white, fluffy puffs had been dancing through the sky gently, like angels, for days, dusting […]

June 17, 2017

conversations, sweetness

“H, you have a beautiful heart.” It is bedtime, and he is drifting in and out of sleep, telling me how beautiful and satisfying the world is, how wonderful it is that I am the mama, that grandma is the grandma, that papi is the papi. The world is like a rose, he tells me. […]

June 7, 2017

divorce, gentle parenting, personal growth

We are playing with puppets, acting out shows. Characters that H has named Old Grandma, New Grandma, Mama, Jack, Gretel, and Mathilda (a cow) make up The Family. The Family is the cast of the current show. “It’s Grandma,” H says, directing Mama to the center of the stage. “Is she a grandma now?” I […]

August 27, 2016


“What would you like?” he asks me. “How about you hold two jewels?” “Well, I was going to ask for world peace, but yes, I will hold two jewels,” I reply. He hands me two of the many flat glass marbles used for loose parts play that are scattered throughout the house. “What is world […]

July 3, 2016

conversations, play

H is holding up a roll of orange tape to his ear. I can hear only his side of the conversation. “I’m with mama,” he says. There’s a long pause. “Yeah. It’s not so entirely sane.” He pauses again. “Yeah.” And that pretty much sums things up in our house.

June 19, 2016


“Are you the butcher?” H asks me, a mischievous happiness spreading across his face. His crinkled eyes sparkle. He has nestled himself between two open cabinet doors, closing them as far as his little body will allow. This is a game we play, the doors a stand in for the squeeze chute he knows cows […]

June 18, 2016


“I’m going to fight, fight, fight.” He’s sitting in a cooler waving a roasting fork at me. “You are?” I ask. “Yes. Fight, fight, fight. I’m fighting you.” “I’m a lover, not a fighter,” I tell him. “What does that mean?” “It means I love people, I don’t fight them.” “Well, I’m a fighter. I […]

June 3, 2016

personal growth

H and I are nestled in the box seat at one end of a teeter totter. In front of us is a wide, rectangular platform sitting over a fulcrum of large metal coils and opposite is the mirror image of our seat. The Puget Sound laps placidly at the beach below us. The Olympic Mountains […]

April 30, 2016

conversations, sweetness

“You know mama, I have to tell you,” he said, and I braced myself to hear how he never wants to brush teeth not ever and least of all right now, because we were at that point in our program and resistance is de rigueur, but instead he continued, “ I lost my job so I […]

April 2, 2016