A SoCal girl plopped into the Midwest and, unbelievably, absolutely loving it. New at everything - gardening, writing, mommying, canning, simple living. Madly in love with Minneapolis, pumpkins, and books. And, obviously, drinking way too much coffee.
Confessions of an Imperfect Mom
"You can forget about being a perfect mom," my mother said to me over the phone when my husband and I arrived home from an emergency clinic where my two-month-old daughter had received a shot of strong antibiotic for a bacterial infection she'd caught on the plane a few days earlier, and my two-year-old son had been diagnosed with yet another ear infection.
Learning to Write
Emi is ambivalent. She is five years old, losing her baby-fat and gaining the responsibilities of a kindergartener. At school she loves the thrill of being in "K," though she is anxious over the newness of it all. At home, she revels in her status as an older sibling even as she is bitterly jealous about having to share me with her brother.