Last week I moved to the apartment Ian and I will share in…65 days. Moving is odd, because afterward I feel exhausted and stressed and just want to go home and veg on my own couch. And I technically can, but then I realize that my house doesn’t feel like home, and I don’t know where anything is, and there is nowhere in the whole world I can go right now that feels quite homey. Of course, the feeling wears…
It’s been a languid and sultry couple of days in New York City, the kind where you move slowly, sipping ice water and blowing a fan on your bare toes while you smile and look professional from the shoulders up for your zoom calls. Usually I don’t care for hot weather, but I’ve kind of been soaking it in these days and relishing my well-deserved shower every night. And did I mention I’m showering in my very own shower these…
I wasn’t sure what to call you at first. Fellow exile? No, that makes it sound like we’re being persecuted. Fellow displaced person? But we aren’t refugees. This extraordinary season we are living in makes me incapable of even addressing you properly, but regardless, I wanted to write to you.
I went to a family reunion in Montana in July, and came home with full intentions of telling you all about my trip. I created a couple drafts of pictures, which sat and sat in desolation, while inspiration did not leap to mind. But here’s what I did instead of writing about my family reunion, in case you wanted to know: Journaled Clipped my nails Ate and slept and went to work and went home Watched movies Coveted these sandals…
It’s been quite a weekend. After lounging in-utero for two extra weeks, baby Francesca Chante finally decided it was time to make her appearance. Due to some complications, she ended up in the hospital for a few days, covered in wires and tubes and tape residue. The weekend quickly turned into a flurry of babysitting and hospital runs, but I am happy to say that Francie is finally unhooked from most of the medical paraphernalia, is doing well, and we…
I just wanted to show you, this is what people THINK being an aunt is like… …and this is what it’s actually like. True story. As I’ve told you, they come in batches in my family, and here we have the last three, Elliot, Caspian, and Francesca. I can hardly handle the cuteness, but I can also hardly handle holding them all at once, as evidenced by the blur as I hastily sat down to avoid dropping them. 😀 Being…
I just wanted to say, welcome to the world, Caspian Wilder. You make me so happy to be a tia again, and in a few short hours, you have successfully and completely wrapped me around your teeny tiny finger. I quite forget between nieces and nephews just how soft and delightfully good-smelling and precious they are! I’m so happy Raphael and Rosie added you to our family, and I can’t wait to get to know you and your little dimples better.
I think I was born into the wrong family. Athleticism seems to come easy for most of them. I have a sister who can whip any girl around in softball (and some of the guys too), and brothers who seem to shine at any sport they try. I also have brothers who lived hours away from the nearest road, and who climbed up and down the steep mountainsides faster than the people who grew up in that village. Even my mom…
Several years ago I left my family and moved thirteen hours away to teach school in a little farm community in Illinois. It was my first time living on my own for more than a couple months, and I wanted a way to easily keep in touch with my family and share my adventures with them. I had tried blogging before, but it had petered out, as most blogs tend to do when started by visionary teenagers. So I opened…
Rosie messaged me and asked if she could write a guest post for my blog. I happily agreed, having no clue what it was about. When she sent it to me, I may have blushed a bit before being prevailed upon to post it anyhow. So without further ado, here you go. To all of Rachel’s faithful readers who slogged through all 23 posts about her family members, wouldn’t you like to hear a little about her, too? Since she’s…
Lakelyn brought the score to an even five nieces/five nephews, and she has been such a fun baby. She is not a year old yet, so there’s still much to learn about her personality, but she already has a great sense of humor, and I look forward to hearing what she has to say when she learns to speak. She grew herself four little bunny teeth, and they make her cheesy grin completely heart-melting. Lake is energetic and bouncy and vivacious,…
Alyssa was born in the yard, too anxious to see the world to wait on the ride to the clinic. The winter she was an infant was a crazy one for her family, involving multiple moves, and fights with house mold and pneumonia. But she was the most serene baby you could have wished for through it all. She is not too quick to make friends, but when she deigns to grace you with a smile, and even better, when…