Family Mess, Family Art

This is my everyday day. My unflattering chore hair. My pile of washed laundry that may get worn before it gets put away. My bed. Probably no one’s made it in a week. My baggy work-stained shirt plastered with fairy stickers–where did she find fairy stickers? My little Pixie, naked, shoving blocksĀ in my pockets while…

Lazy Housewives

Las Vegas summers are serious business. The cicadas know it. Every waking hour, from every tree, even as the sun sets, the cicada’s electric buzz is the summer’s background static. Well into the night, the cicadas hum, and hum and hum, because it’s so damn hot. It’s a special kind of insanity. By Jonathan Gleich…

More Babies

In high school German, we once had a discussion on family size. Well, it was as much of a discussion as high schoolers in a high school German class can generally manage. Wie viel Kinder haben Sie? Everyone in the class either wanted two kids, or maybe four, or none. Except me and the one…

Medieval Grandmas

This is DH and I a few weeks before we got engaged: Wait–is my Geek showing? Good. And huzzah! That weapon I’m wearing was actually DH’s first birthday present to me. He really knows how to woo. Woo me, at least. But then, we did meet in BYU’s medieval history club (aka The Quill and…

Work Party

I’ve regressed. See me hiding there in the corner behind my mother’s legs, because I’m afraid of all the people? Actually, I’m with my husband at a company party, holding his hand and staring at all the grown-ups who actually know how to talk to each other. They come into this shiny grown-up fourth-floor office…

D-MER WTF

After my second (Pixie) was born, I waited for the depression to hit the way it had with Bug. It never did. Between the sleep deprivation and the everyday stresses of life, I did have some trouble, but I was prepared, and this time I knew how to handle it. Making sure that I napped…