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Stepping aside to let siblings build their relationship

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

As fire burns, a reminder that we live in uncertainty

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

Celebrating the good old days of right now

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

The art and craft of making a successful request

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

When all voices are heard, the group wins

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

Kids can see the impermanent nature of life

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

Childhood doesn’t unfold along a linear path

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

Sometimes, being heard and understood is all you need

Rosie and I are leaving the Christmas Farmers Market, our bags plump with beets, potatoes and carrots. A raven croaks from a nearby rooftop, eager to be the beneficiary of holiday crumbs. “I’m sooo...

DATE: Dec. 23, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

The complicated roles parents play in their kids’ lives

We’re in Grand Junction on an immaculately green, mega soccer-field complex hemmed in by coffee-colored hills. Rose’s team is warming up, which is an elaborate ritual consisting of ball-passing...

DATE: Nov. 25, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

As seasons change, life is good here

Everything is happening with reassuring predictability. The house finches have staged a coup at our bird feeders, numbers swelling after the exotic summer vacationers have fled. Frost sneaks...

DATE: Oct. 28, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

As they grow, holding on to the threads of connection

It’s a puzzle of a Tuesday evening. Rose has soccer practice at a time that was once reserved for family dinner; she needs to be shuttled to and from the soccer field; Col has a friend staying...

DATE: Sept. 23, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

Parent love kids with a unique intensity

We are at the Rec Center park, Dan and I facilitating games for a group of Col and Rose’s friends. The Colorado sun pours from the cloudless sky and barefoot children run through the grass, tagging...

DATE: Aug. 25, 2017 | COLUMN: Adventures in Motherhood

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