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• daughters, Family, motherhood, mothering daughters

  What would Marilla do?

  01.26.12 | Permalink | 5 Comments

  I am getting old. I am the mom in the book instead of the coming-of-age heroine. I am Mrs. Bennet clucking over five husband-less girls. I am Marilla Cuthbert, mopping the kitchen floor, weeping, after seeing Anne off to Queens while her pretty bosom friend goes on a picnic with cousins. I am the comfortable marriage and [...]

• motherhood, mothering daughters

  Maybe I’ll let her drive at thirteen

  12.08.11 | Permalink | 11 Comments

  Every birthday and Christmas for the past two years, I’ve offered to let Avery get her ears pierced. Every time she has declined, asking instead for books and swim stuff and roller blades and, this year, a punching bag. This morning we had a bra crisis (note: best to own at least two of the acceptable variety at all [...]

• childbirth, labor & delivery, motherhood, pregnancy

  Reviewing Molly’s birth, a natural childbirth testimony

  12.04.11 | Permalink | 5 Comments

  I was talking to my cousin for the first time yesterday. That sounds pretty lame, but I have about seventy first cousins and this was the wife of a cousin several years younger than me. She is almost due with their second child, and it turns out she is seeing the American Fork midwives like [...]

• baby Molly, motherhood

  I got this

  11.22.11 | Permalink | 2 Comments

  Tom startled me awake at 1 am to ask where the humidifier was. He handed me the baby, fresh from a stint in the freezer. Her breathing was better, but she needed some comfort and he had more work to finish before coming to bed. Molly went back to her crib for awhile, but I [...]

• childhood, motherhood

  parallel lives

  11.17.11 | Permalink | 2 Comments

  At Chick-fil-A I just ran into a girl I played clarinet with in the band when I was in ninth grade. She married a boy from my neighborhood and we each thought the other was still living outside Utah, but we’re not, we’re living twenty minutes apart, an hour from our hometown.  She has four kids, I [...]

• Being Mormon, blogging as therapy, motherhood

  “I hope you’re not LDS …”

  08.15.11 | Permalink | 22 Comments

  This morning Crysanthemum and I took our kids to Ikea for breakfast, a little quality time in the Smaland play place, and some organization-supply shopping. My kids love eating in the Ikea cafeteria, sitting at the familiar little tables in front of retro Goofy cartoons. Plus it’s free this month. Molly wanders around a bit, and [...]

• Being Mormon, breastfeeding, motherhood

  thy nursing fathers

  07.19.11 | Permalink | 3 Comments

  There is a prickling at the back of my mind, like a phantom limb that isn’t a phantom or a limb, but is a part of me, if I am away from my nursing baby too long. The unbreakable tie that tethers us is invisible in the hours we are separated. Yesterday I painted downstairs [...]

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