I Think I’m a Mother

I remember when I first became a mother. I remember because I couldn’t let go of my baby. Literally. I held onto her for a full two weeks, I think, after a long and painful labor. I remember being challenged by the (now seeming simple) act of breastfeeding. I...

12th Birthday

12 always seemed like a milestone year to me. 12 is so different from 13, and 14, and 15, and 16 and 17, and 18. When we are growing up, each year represents a whole and particular time in our lives. What does 12 send you back to? It takes me back to the awkward...

Cannes Leaves Me Homesick

And then there is the matter of home. It didn’t really hit me until last night how homesick I am. I started to panic for the first time because I realized that my little girl is at home feeling a sense of unwanted independence for the first time herself. I was...

Beautiful Vehicle…

You know Emma’s my daughter because she has somehow altered the words of Van Morrison’s Beautiful Vision into a jingle, “beautiful vehicle, velvety passenger’s seat…” It’s funny. Well, I thought it was funny. Maybe Van...