The bee got me on the middle finger of my right hand, and I sat down and cried. I was six, maybe seven. I can put you exactly where it happened, because I could walk that house blindfolded today. You came in through the zaguán, the receiving room at the front. Past…
Essays
Why Half This House Is Named Paris — Paris & June
Why Half This House Is Named Paris The story of a spiral notebook, a wobbly chair, and the city that reminded me of a house in the mountains. The first time I saw the Eiffel Tower, goosebumps crawled over my skin and stayed there. It was November of 2015, I was standing…
Our Homemade Play Dough — Recipe First, Story After
I’ve never liked scrolling past someone’s life story to find the measurements, so I won’t do that to you. The recipe is right here. The story is below it, if you’d like to stay. The Recipe Makes one batch · about 10 minutes · small hands welcome Ingredients Method The Story, If…
Rhythms, Not Schedules
Why the clock keeps breaking your day at home — and the older, gentler way of ordering it. Every morning my children wake, and most days they are happy — happy to see each other, happy to see me. I hear their grumbly, sleepy voices say “good morning, Mama,” and I watch…
Why I Quit My Corporate Job to Become a Stay-at-Home Mom
How leaving my career led me to ask a bigger question: What is truly best for our children, our families, and the future of humanity? Maybe you’re on the other end of the screen thinking about doing the same thing, but you’re on the fence. Making the decision to become a stay-at-home…