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When it Rains

This was going to be a much different post, when I set out to write it a couple of weeks ago. It was going to be about fear, and gratitude. It was going to be about moving houses, and about leaving the neighbors who’d become mentors to us, and about becoming a part of a new community where the kids run out the door to meet playmates who appear in an instant. It was going to be about stepping out of our comfort zone, and about stepping into a home where David can work in peace. It was going to be about the discomfort of knowing that this might not be our forever home after all (we shall see. Talk to me after we plant some trees and get some paint on the walls), but also about the thrill of driving along the waters of the wide creek that meanders around our neighborhood as we make the turns toward our house. That’s what this post was going to be about. You know, life, and all the change that comes with moving forward. And then. We settled on both houses on Friday, March 28th (and if you…

Those Endorphins are Working

In the past 24 hours, the following has occurred: a) my (revised! revised! revised!) novel went back out on submission, which means that at this very second it’s being considered by editors at a bunch of publishing houses. And I have discovered that it is still relatively easy to go about one’s day with one’s heart lodged in her throat. b) David and I sorted out all the sticky points that have been complicating our house deal, and are now officially All Systems Go on the new house purchase. We settle in three weeks. I should probably start packing. c) My future sister-in-law (have I mentioned that my brother is getting married? MY LITTLE BROTHER IS GETTING MARRIED!) sent me the most beautiful flowers yesterday, instantly making her the most favorite future sister-in-law I’ve ever had. c) I changed all the bedsheets AND washed them AND folded them. I know, I know. Big news! So, you know: the sun is shining, I saw a robin hopping around a yard in town, and I was able to get to the gym and run for my health for once, rather…

Who You Calling a Nerd?

I keep trying to read books with Quinn. Sometimes she listens, rubbing her fingers over the characters on the pages–especially if those pages have built-in mirrors that allow her to grin at her too-adorable, two-toothed self–but mostly, to my English teacher’s chagrin, when we sit down to read together she writhes around in my lap, tries to chew on my arm, or slaps the pages close because dammit, she doesn’t want to read any stinking books right now. She’s only 12 months old, I keep telling myself. She’s still a baby. So what if she doesn’t like to read now? It’s okay, there’s still time. There’s still time (kindly imagine the high-pitched voice wailing into the abyss, please). Then there’s Saoirse, who will wake early in the morning and read books for an hour quietly in her bed before we even realize she’s been awake. At night, I’ll walk by her room, and even if it’s a half hour past her bedtime, there she is, in bed, with…