In Progress

Maybe the reason people love gardens is that they contain all kinds of answers about life (even capital L). I’m writing a story about them at the moment and love one person’s description: “A garden is always a work in progress.” In other words,...

Three

Here’s one truth about being three (three fingers, words enunciated very clearly): it’s more complicated than being two. ** You want to be a big gu-url. You want to be a baby (before we knew such a teeny-tiny guy as Declan, baby Millie). You pinch (hit,...

Roll of the Dice?

We—by we, I mean my tween, my eight year-old and myself—are a teeny, tiny bit Yahtzee-obsessed at the moment (and Saskia, in her very own way). There’s something so simple about the game, a little bit strategy, a little bit rock-n-roll the dice, plus...