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  • Both Can Be True

    “Dad, you’re never home!” My son, Rhett, cries, burying his face in his hands. Then he throws himself on the kitchen floor. “You’re never here at dinner, and I just want to be with…

    November 9, 2022
  • Why I Rock My Toddler Before Bed

    Because she still fits in the crook of my arm, tucked right beneath my chin. Because I love watching her rub her blankey on her cheek, blinking her eyes, as she relaxes into me.…

    October 21, 2022
  • How to Save $5 on a Dozen Eggs

    First, and this is key; you must declare, “I’ve always wanted chickens! Wouldn’t it be fun?” (Even if you just thought of it yesterday.) You imagine restoring the run-down coop in your farm yard…

    August 23, 2022
  • On Being a Farm Mom During Harvest

    “She’s probably the last little one we’ll have at harvest,” my father-in-law said, looking at Nora in her car seat. She smiled at me, her cheeks covered in chocolate, leftover from dinner in the…

    August 8, 2022
  • Friendship

    Knives in the Drawer

    The forks clank as I drop them into the drawer, still hot from the dishwasher. With each bang, I think back to the email that unexpectedly dropped into my inbox yesterday. I opened the…

    July 1, 2022
  • Ten Ways to Stop Being a Writer

    Open your computer to a blank Google Doc and then decide now is a good time to update all your photos. Google: What’s the best photo storage website to use? (But really. I need…

    June 30, 2022
  • In Good Hands

    I shivered, tucking my hands into the pockets of my brand new Carhartt coveralls. Just the year before, I wore dress pants and skirts and walked the halls as a high school counselor. My…

    June 9, 2022
  • The Keeper of All the Things

    My son, Rhett, is stuffing his feet into the wrong shoes when he asks me if I’m going to play football with him and his dad. I’m in the hallway on the way to…

    March 21, 2022