Our Children


“Your children are not your children, they are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself… their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you, for life goes not backwards nor tarries with yesterday.”      
-Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Sorry for the crickets over here… sorry now, and sorry in advance. I have struggled to keep up with my own blog while working on my boys’ Montessori school blog and their bi-annual newsletter and just life. It is so awesome and amazing to be part of that community, though, so really it is all positive. I just won’t be posting as frequently here.

If there is anything you’re missing, though, be sure to let me know in the comments section and I’ll do my best to work on some personal posts. I don’t want to completely throw in the towel yet!

Have a wonderful week!

Weaving… and Politics



This past weekend was a little bit crazy-making. The boys had off school on Friday for an ice storm, then Monday for the holiday, which would have been fine if it hadn’t been cold, rainy, and too muddy to do much of anything outdoors. For the most part, to be fair, these three have an amazing ability to keep themselves occupied for hours on end; they draw, organize, play Legos, stack themselves into human pyramids in the living room only to crumple into a fit of giggles over and over again. They read, do chores (this time enticed by money to go outdoors in the rain to collect bucket after bucketful of gum tree balls from our lawn and our neighbors’ lawns), and find all sorts of creative outlets for their energy and growing minds.

Honestly, it is my own struggle to remain indoors for four days straight. I have used the fresh air and woods to give me perspective and clear my mind during a time I feel so shaken, so angry, so sad. I have felt an intense dread and uneasiness building that has everything to do with the impending inauguration of the toxic, hateful man our country has voted into power. I have stopped listening to the news during the day, stopped attempting to wrap my mind around it, as every time I see a picture of his face my stomach turns, my mind whirls. HOW?! How can this be happening? How can this be okay with so many? And yet, there is nothing I can write here that hasn’t already been written. I am immensely worried about the human rights that will be ripped away, for the gap of inequality to broaden, about the hate spewed from mouths of those emboldened by more hate.

I recently read something that made a tremendous amount of sense to me. It was a reaction to a huge part of the country’s disbelief in the nomination of he-who-shall-not-be-named. Those who voted for him retort, Those elitist liberals are living in a bubble. The reaction was something along the lines of this: What if the people who live in the biggest, most diverse cities (ultimately those who voted Democratic this election), those who are exposed to a wide range of people from varying races, ethnicities, religions, sexual orientations… what if they are not the ones who are “living in a bubble?”

I hope that the next four years are tempered by the hard work of the people who believe in equal rights, in coming together, in fighting for what’s right, in kindness and understanding and standing up and speaking out.


And here are my children, my hope for the future, growing and learning here within our safe, comfortable home, protected in large part by their privilege, which we discuss at length. I hope to teach them how to be good, how to be fair, how to see the people of the world with love and kindness and openness.


If you are able to join the Women’s March on Washington, to bring women together and show unity for women’s and other marginalized groups, register here. Or find a local sister march here. If you are local in St. Louis, the march will begin on Saturday, January 21st, at Union Station, from 9am to noon.

In addition, show your support to the following (among other) organizations:

ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union)

Center for Reproductive Rights

Earth Justice

EJI (Equal Justice Initiative)

CAIR (Council on American-Islamic Relations)

The Trevor Project

Hang in there. We need each other right now.



The Shell Collector: Stories, by Anthony Doerr

Anthony Doerr is, no contest, one of my favorite writers. His sense of place, both in the world and in the complex emotions of humanity, always hits the mark. Though I’m not sure, I assume that Doerr is a world traveler; his intimate knowledge of landscapes, flora, and fauna from the coast of Kenya to the hills of Liberia, all the way to the frozen winters of Montana are so intricate, so detailed, you can’t help but be immersed in the places these stories take you. I can’t imagine him not having visited, walked upon, and experienced these places firsthand — he takes the reader there to see, touch, taste, and feel these places as if we are right there with him.

Doerr’s collection of eight short stories spans the globe, and also the journeys of people very different from one another. He immerses us in the human experience while inserting interesting, almost mythological magic to each story. I tried to choose a favorite story to highlight here, but come up short. Each is touching and beautiful in its own right; I could not pick a favorite.

I try to pin down what I love about Doerr’s writing, and I think for me it comes down to his ability to showcase the magic in nature, in the diversity and beauty of the world, without forgetting that we humans are a part of that world. His knowledge, understanding, and appreciation of the natural world is vast and intoxicating. This book has already soared to the top of my favorites.

Intaglia Home & Garden


I had the pleasure of visiting Intaglia Home & Garden earlier this week and was so impressed with the space and beautifully-curated furniture and home wares inside. I also met owner Tim Intagliata, who was enthusiastic, warm, and friendly, as well as stylish. He welcomed me into his shop: a true feast for the eyes!

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Annie’s Eggs (Huevos Rancheros)


On our New Year’s trip to Ohio, the dearest Annie cooked some knock-out meals for us, but my absolute favorite was an egg dish she whipped up just for the two of us one morning. She called it her version of huevos rancheros, and it was awesome. I’ve since recreated it at home and enjoyed it several times. Hope you enjoy!

Heuvos Rancheros (serves 2)

  • 4 corn tortillas
  • 1/2 cup shredded mozzarella
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/4 cup queso fresca
  • 1 avocado, sliced
  • 1/4 cup salsa
  • 1/2 cup fresh spinach leaves
  • 1 Tbsp olive oil
  • two slices lime
  • salt & pepper, to taste

Start with the tortillas. In small skillet, add a touch of olive oil, heat, then add 1 tortilla. Top with half the mozzarella, top with another tortilla, and cook until cheese is melted, turning once. Cook the other two tortillas the same way and set aside.

Add 1 Tbsp olive oil to same skillet, then crack two eggs carefully into the hot skillet. Add to eggs salsa, then top with fresh spinach. Cover with a lid, then cook for a minute or two only. The steam from the spinach and salsa will cook the eggs, so no need to flip. When eggs are still a bit runny but whites are cooked through, separate the two eggs with a spatula and place salsa, egg, and spinach on top of each quesadilla. Top with crumbled queso fresca, then sliced avocado and salt & pepper, and squeeze a slice of lime on top of that. Enjoy.

Thanks again, Annie!