28 Aug Saying Goodbye
This was the story I made up for the kids tonight. It starts the same as they always do. I cried a lot during this one. -- Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Henry and his little brother's name was Danny and his...
Feelings
12 Jul Too much potty humor
Note — Sometimes I just write about poop way too much. Sorry. -- My friend Meredith said, "that's called a hippie fight,” when I told her that Cory and I couldn’t agree on what to do with the first Saturday morning we’ve had free in who knows...
25 Apr I scream, you scream, we all scream because life is ridiculous
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It all started when Danny stepped in poop. "I told him to do it," said Henry. "I said, go ahead, get in trouble." I was trying to clear the table after dinner and put food away and do dishes and make lunches, all while holding baby Ellie...
06 Sep Worst mom in the world. Happy first day of school!
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I had the best laid plans. I bought Henry a new lunch box. Well, new to us; a used Planetbox with custom magnets with all his favorite things; tornadoes, a fire alarm, our Chrysler Town & Country and a family portrait. Unknowingly, Cory's parents also bought...
31 Aug My parents’ stuff
I remember thinking, when I saw footage of the 2011 tsunami that hit Japan, how crazy it was that a disaster could turn houses, libraries, schools, museums, cars, people, into debris floating in the ocean. After Hurricane Katrina, my friend Emma went to help and photographed...
14 Apr New life is underneath the old dead stuff
I love Easter. I was baptized on Easter in a dramatic ceremony. Father Rick, the priest at the time at the Episcopal Church of Our Saviour in Killington, Vermont, had a background in theater. It was dark, and then we came in during a procession, and...
15 Mar All of the answers, there in the Kate archives
I've written about this before, the rough patch I went through in high school. (I swear I'll get back to cute kid stories soon.) I went to Northeastern Family Institute once and Brattleboro Retreat twice, for self harm and depression. I grew up with two loving...