the next ninety days

(written April 7th) In ninety days I’ll turn thirty-nine. In ninety days we also move back to the US (God-willing.) First let’s address the aging. Turning thirty wasn’t hard. I was forty weeks pregnant and about to pop. There were other things on my mind than aging. Plus, I felt young. I was okay withContinue reading “the next ninety days”

hug your ‘therapy’ dog

Lately, in this time of quarantine, I find myself longing for our old dog, Colbie. We adopted Colbie, an intelligent, affable Goldendoodle, as a tiny pup. My husband diligently trained him, and he became my daily running partner. Colbie rarely barked, potty-trained easily, and never chewed a thing we didn’t want him to. He wasContinue reading “hug your ‘therapy’ dog”

how an introvert mom survives quarantine

Life has changed, pretty much for everyone, in some way, in the past week. Each notification of something else being shut down and canceled was another blow to my introvert psyche, and finally, after the announcement that my two-year-old’s Dutch creche was being closed, I had to come to grips with reality : I wasContinue reading “how an introvert mom survives quarantine”