Category Archives: FTSF When I was eight or nine years old, my birthday party was horseback riding with friends before swimming at the reservoir and binging on cake and ice cream. The ride must’ve been about an hour. Near the end of it, we headed back to the stables, and something happened — the horse my cousin was […]  When I was pregnant, I wondered what my boy would be like. Imagined what it would feel like to be a mom. It doesn’t feel like it’s been 11 years since I stared into his face thinking “I did this. We made him.” I marveled at the teeny-tiny fold right beneath his eyes, his perfect […]  I don’t remember my 11th birthday in particular. It may have been lost in the years of my parents’ impending divorce, or swallowed by summer’s end, with school looming around the corner. I’m pretty sure I’ll always remember celebrating my son turning 11 this year. Celebrating 11 years old in a pandemic isn’t easy – […]  I overstate the obvious when saying it’s a hard time to remain calm. I’m not brave enough to ask what *else* 2020 can bring because life and irony always have a way of saying “Well, did you think of THIS when you asked what else 2020 can suck at?” If horror movies have taught us […]  How much is too much? How much is not enough? New Order sings “It’s never enough until your heart stops beating,” but what does that mean? I like to think it means we still have time, at least for now, to become more of who we’ve always wanted to be. How Much Time Do We […]  Home, sweet, stir-crazy home. As Dorothy said, “There’s no place like home.” Home is ahead of us, behind us, and where we lie our heads down. Home is being able to get up in the middle of the night and find your way to the sink or the bathroom without lights. It’s where muscle memory […] |
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