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Email: sanjuandrive@frontier.net
It was 11 years ago – a baby affixed to my postpartum body and a toddler ricocheting off my person in search of random dogs’ mouths to investigate – that I dreamed up the idea to write this...
DATE: Jan. 26, 2019 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
It’s 7 a.m. and our bed has been filled with small visitors and their weaponized elbows for some time. The sun is just rising, except it’s snowing and everything has been transformed. The magpies,...
DATE: Nov. 24, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
It’s a Saturday morning, and I am thinking of nothing more than sipping coffee while the trees outside flare into deeper intensities of their autumnal selves. Later, there may be a bit of tomato...
DATE: Oct. 26, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
We arrive at our farm-stay by late afternoon. We’re going to stay on a farm, we’ve told the kids with the kind of enthusiasm that works on toddlers, or like we’re impersonating telemarketers trying...
DATE: Sept. 21, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
August is closing out this spree of carefree summer days, of spontaneous plans welling up from the abyss of unstructured time; and the equal joy of having no plans, the kids sprawled about reading...
DATE: Aug. 24, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
The thought comes to me like a message from a burning bush, from someplace beyond my mind’s usual mundane chatter. Col is in Washington, D.C., with his grandma. Rose is inside reading Harry...
DATE: July 28, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
We’re gathered for dinner in our hot house, closed up as a barrier against the smoke that fills the Animas Valley by night, creeping down from the 416 Fire like an escaped thief as we sleep. The...
DATE: June 22, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
We are just entering the seasonal festival that is flowering trees. First fruit trees, now lilacs. I’ve been mesmerized from our upstairs windows, mesmerized on the ground, mesmerized on the...
DATE: May 25, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
It’s 8 p.m. on a weeknight, which means we should be ushering small people through the stations of winding down: read aloud, teeth-brushing, pajamas and, ultimately, the long, one-way march toward...
DATE: April 28, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
It’s Sunday, and I’m craving some family time, the magical kind where we’re all grateful to be together, feeling close and enjoying the same activity, which is precisely the one I have chosen. I...
DATE: March 24, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
It’s Saturday morning, that day that tends to unspool in generous unboundedness, buffered as it is from any whiff of the work and school week. Except the kids woke up bickering and seem committed...
DATE: Feb. 24, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
Monday night, Dan and his buddies are gathered in the solarium for their biweekly “bow-night,” in which a group of guys, wielding metal rasps and sandpaper, craft primitive bows out of tree trunks....
DATE: Jan. 27, 2018 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood
The homeless population at Purple Cliffs now have a kitchen, running water, bathrooms and hand sanitizer. They made a group decision not to leave the camp whenever possible due to the Coronavirus . They even have a mini-government growing. People not at the camp are having a different experience.
