Monthly Archives: May 2010

oil and ocean

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children. - Native American proverb I can’t stop thinking about, dwelling on, living with the natural oil that unnaturally bleeds into the ocean and my heart. In this week’s mama digs, I write about Margot’s eyes. Saturated, vibrant oil. And Ruby’s eyes. Vast, surging ocean. Both naturally occurring, both powerful. click here to read oil and ocean. ps Last few days to get that screaming deal … Continue reading oil and ocean →
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(day after) hump day nuggets: slow and breezy

hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last week We were on our Sunday walk last weekend and both girls fell asleep so Andy and I had the luxury of talking without stopping unless we wanted to. So we walked all over Missoula, winding through neighborhoods, for several hours. It was slow and breezy and so nice. We don’t have much slow and breezy these days. These days we think about dinner at … Continue reading (day after) hump day nuggets: slow and breezy →
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the swirl that is my life. in print.

I had a hard day yesterday. Ruby is teething and Margot is grumpy. Maybe Margot is grumpy about Ruby’s teeth or maybe Ruby is getting teeth to more adeptly defend herself to grumps…either way it is an exhausting combination. And by ‘exhausting’ I mean, for the last several days I get a total of about three hours of sleep per night in 20-45 minute chunks of time because my sweet Ruby needs me. And while in a thick fog of … Continue reading the swirl that is my life. in print. →
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club dig

So I have found that when women reach their thirties people, in general, are quick to place them in a club. Those who have babies, those who don’t, those who stay home with their kids, those whose kids are in daycare, and so on. When I chose to leave my job with my second born, I was worried what some would think. I was sensitive to colleagues’ raised eyebrows. I was afraid of stereotypes. But now, here I am and … Continue reading club dig →
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not so dandy (or would it be dande?)

As I mentioned, I am pulling dandelions like a mo fo this spring. This is the first time I have ever done this because I have never cared much before…our ‘lawn’ is a tiny plot of grass, dandelions, clover and exists only because sitting on rows of straw between lettuce and squash for a picnic isn’t very comfy. Neither is croquet among calendula. our ‘lawn’ Now that I have two wee ones and am home, I have a more intense … Continue reading not so dandy (or would it be dande?) →
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