I am super excited to be contributing to mamalode, a magazine and website for the whole mother. As in women who seek a whole life and holy moly, the whole mother (in case you didn’t pick up on that clever double entendre.)
It’s quite different from the cheesy parenting zines out there. No how-tos. No judgement. Elke Govertsen, the creator who appropriately calls herself the magazine’s curator, says we don’t lean left or right, just on each other. I am so honored to be writing and photographing alongside Missoula women who are inspiring, creative, passionate and accomplished. Lucky me.
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So, my first essay:
Father’s Day started with an early trip to the grocery store, my 18 month-old in her pjs, to fetch items for the papa-requested breakfast burritos. Actually the day had officially started an hour prior when the three of us, plus three furry mammals whose collective body mass competed with ours in the small bed, spooned and giggled our way into Sunday…click here to read the rest…
(I’d love to know what you think!)
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On father’s day and summer solstice eve, while Andy was out whooping it up at our pal’s bachelor party, I made soup with bug and Alice. And so I call it ahsoup because Margot has this charming habit of adding ah in front of single syllable words.
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One and a half years ago, at this moment, my trembling body was supported by a sleigh bed covered beet red sheets. I was pushing and crying. And, at 10:06, I willed bug to take her first sip of air.
Yep. Margot Bea is one and a half.
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It’s been a long time since I dorked out about my garden on dig. And nothing can bring out my inner dork like a sick vegetable that needs mending. And, this morning, I woke at 5:30, made coffee and crept to my computer to write just as Margot decided to wake…BUT the grandmas and one grandpa are in town so, as I type, two ladies I love in jammies are blowing bubbles and scrambling an egg in the kitchen with my bug.
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Life with a kid changes life with a dog. When I was pregnant, I couldn’t imagine loving a kid as much as I loved Alice. She is my running companion
, snuggle partner
, best pal
. She teaches me important lessons.
She is always happy to have me, no matter what state I am in. She rises at 5am to run if I desire and lays spoons with me when she’d rather be barking at the alley. My girl. Alice.
Read more on In love with Alice…