Living naturally, most of the time.

A day at home

I’d have loved to jet off to my first yoga class in 8 months or just go somewhere to write, or have my husband take my kids out for the morning or the afternoon. But I had cranberries and apples to use and a chicken to cook, so instead we made pie, and two kinds of GF cranberry bread (one with tapioca flour and rising agents, and one GAPS legal), and a bunch of vegetables; started chicken stock; prepped the...

What does “vacation” look like?

When you’re a parent, vacation seems like two four-letter words. If you have taken one recently, I’m not sure I can handle hearing about it. But tell me anyway. I have a friend who recently posted on Facebook a screen shot of her phone texting with a friend about what they should take to New York City for the weekend. She was sending her kids to their grandparents’ house, and her husband was going...

Why didn’t I think of that? Grandma saves 1/72 of the day!

It might be said that I had a perfectly fine day, parenting the children alone from 9 to 5 on a Sunday. Except that I appear to have gained 5 pounds from stress-eating and might have let my children’s eyeballs get singed by TV and computer screens. At least it was from gorging on Mr. Rogers and from playing a game about a frog trying to jump to the right fraction. It was great and also hard, this day. Normal...

A weekend of many possibilities

For nearly a year, I assumed I’d be out of town tonight. I would either be at the National Women’s Studies Association national conference, hosted this year by my alma mater, the University of Cincinnati. It would have been a reunion of sorts, and I’d have had the chance to talk to people about the novel I’m writing, a book I hope eventually finds its way into women’s studies...

On nostalgia and novels

It was a throwback week.  And a week of looking ahead. Nearly three months after we were supposed to get together for coffee but got thwarted by a health issue followed by travel and a book launch (not mine), my high school friend and thriller author Allison Leotta (nee Harnisch) and I finally had lunch, along with my friend Kim of Blooming Boy. Although this kind of social outing might be just what some people...

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