Dear Lulu, When I was a young girl, not much older than you are now, I used to peek out through a crack in my curtains waiting for a neighbor to wander by. When I did spy a movement I used to hurl myself against the window, furiously shaking the curtains until I slumped onto the floor. Then I would
Read moreDear Evan and Lulu, I have your names and the date I found out I was pregnant with each of you tattoo’d on my forearms. It surprises people for a number of reasons. First, who gets tattoos on their forearms? Second, when they read “Lora Lu” upside down they constantly mistake it for saying “LoVa Lu.” Third, why wouldn’t
Read moreDear Evan, Seven years ago I sat down for a 4th of July dinner, ate an entire watermelon with a side of contractions, and stayed awake in misery for the next 26 hours until you were born. From the minute I first saw you I knew that I was in trouble. Not only because you were painfully beautiful and fresh,
Read moreUntil the age of 8 I lived next to an empty field with a sledding hill that we used to tear up and down every winter. The only measurement we had for how good of a winter we were having was the depth of the track marks left in the snow. I remember the lurching of my stomach as I
Read moreDear Girls, October really is the scariest time of the year for me. It’s not the ghouls and goblins that cause me concern. It’s not masked monsters, hooded hoodlums, or even the abundance of sugary treats that really terrifies me. I don’t waste my time worrying about poisoned candy, hidden needles, or lurking weirdos. Really, it’s the princesses that scare
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Dear Evan, Nine months ago I watched you eagerly stuff everything you could find in the entire house into your backpack. (Of course I took it all out once you went to sleep, minus the glue stick and crayons). As you packed you told me you thought that in Kindergarten they would teach you how to drive and how to
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Chop Wood, Carry Water 