Creative Commons License: http://www.flickr.com/photos/wfryer/204073798/ Dear Teachers, I spent some time in your hallways today. I sat in small chairs that adorned art-clad walls and I gazed up with anticipation each time someone approached the doorway. I noticed how you smiled as soon as you saw us through the door frame. How that one simple gesture eased so many apprehensions I
Read moreDear Evan and Lulu, There are so many things you are good at. Too many things to even list them all. Lulu could walk into a packed gymnasium and perform an impromptu one-child show that would keep people entertained for hours. Evan could sell them all their tickets, create a seating chart for them and sort them into a pattern
Read moreDear Evan and Lulu, One year from tomorrow I will stand in this spot and take vows that have been in the works since two years ago when Mike and I first met. We will marry three years from the anniversary that we started. You aren’t quite old enough to know what a year is yet. The only way to
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Dear Evan and Lulu, I spent a lot of my life waiting. It started at a very young age. One of my front teeth was stained the color of tea that had steeped too long. It was the result of fevers or antibiotics I had received when I was very little. It started showing up when I was about 7
Read moreDear 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 moreEvan and Lulu, I told this story live in front of hundreds of people at Story Story Night (a storytelling program) 1.5 years ago. The them of the program was “Happiness”. I realized tonight that I hadn’t documented it for you to someday read when you get old enough to fully recognize how mortifying this all was. There is no
Read moreBeing three years old is hard. I don’t remember much from that part in my life, but I’ve observed enough three year olds to know that it’s not easy. The schedule is intense: 6:45: Wake up way too early and spend an exhaustive amount of energy waking up the rest of the household 7:00: Cry because you’re tired and don’t
Read moreI write these posts with the full intention of someday sharing them with my girls. I think it will be a small peace offering when they slowly start melding together the fact that I have no baby books for them, no sweet journal entries or letters I’ve dampened with my tears while writing to them, none of those fancy picture frames that
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Chop Wood, Carry Water 