Dear Evan and Lulu, I never know how to reply when someone asks that question “how do you do it?” How do you work full time, go to graduate school, and raise two children. The long answers is complicated and involves so many important people. The short answer is easier to say but harder for some to understand. “We’re raising
Read more2013 has not been the greatest year for our household. Let me be clear, we have had some amazing moments. However, it has not been the healthiest year we’ve experienced. If I met me in the last year I would have to heavily consider whether or not I am a hypochondriac. I’m not, for the record, I just really disliked
Read moreDear Evan and Lulu, Last night I got dressed up for the one event of the year that I bother to brush my hair for. Once a year I squeeze into a dress, wear shoes that pinch my toes, and pose for ridiculous photos with Mike and our friends at an annual holiday party. This year I looked forward to
Read moreDear Evan and Lulu, My friend Natalie refers to the two of you as little Riot Grrrls. I love it. I never knew what Riot Grrrls were until it was too late. I grew up in North Idaho, the land of Carharts, country music, clogging and cowboy boots. I’ve become attached to cowboy boots in my later years but
Read moreDear Evan, When you were younger you were full of spunk, of sass, and above all confidence. You didn’t just think you could, but you KNEW you could drive a car, start school earlier, and cook us dinner if we would only let you try. You still have just as much spunk and sass but lately I’ve noticed your confidence
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 moreI’m flooded with memories when I think about how we got to that moment on the beach. I’m thinking of our first date. Indian food, small smiles, and lots of nervous laughter. How I wasn’t sure I’d actually see you again until you emailed me your schedule a few hours after we parted ways to show me when you would
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Chop Wood, Carry Water 