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Wherever I Send You, Whatever it Costs You

[caption id="attachment_4314" align="aligncenter" width="450"] from livethemma.ikea.se via Berber on Pinterest[/caption] A week and a half ago, prior to my grandfather’s funeral, as I ate a large family meal in the fellowship hall of the Boyett Baptist Church (no, that’s not really its name!), I encountered a third or ...

Making Peace with Distance

I’ve been far away for a long time. I used to think of Distance as being the space from here to home. But then “home” changed. It became separate places, so far from one another that my finite body could never be fully home. I was always absent from somewhere. Even when I was with my family in Amarillo, I was far from ...

This Way to Austin…

I know, I know. How clichéd is that picture? But I took it myself. I passed that sign twice every Tuesday on Franklin Street in SF, on my way to drop off and pick up August from his school. I never noticed it, of course, until Chris’ interview for the job in Austin. After that, traffic always stopped me in front of ...

Why I wish I lived in a commune.

 In honor of this little vacation I'm on with some of my favorites, this post from January 6, 2011 seems appropriate.   I just rode home in the back seat of a Volkswagen with two seventeen year old girls manning the front seats, singing at the top of their lungs to Taylor Swift.  There are few things I love more in ...

slow, idle, brave

This week, while I’m on vacation, I’ll be re-posting some thoughts from back in the day (also known as last year). This was first published on July 8, 2010…   Today, while zooming through a profile piece on an artist and mother in the New York Times, I came across a new parental catch phrase that seems to ring ...

A Letter to 24-year-old Micha (For the Yoobs in my life…)

[caption id="attachment_1692" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Why, yes, that is a cinnamon roll hug!"][/caption] Dear younger self, I have some things to tell you, not because I’ve really learned that much in the past 8 years, not because I’m sooooo wise now, but because some friends asked me to. And I love ...

Why this blog was not titled “Mama:Monk of San Francisco”

When I started writing to all you lovely people, I was pretty lonely. I was a SAHM in a new city, walking with my eighteen month old down steep sidewalks that didn’t feel like they belonged to me, adjusting my life as a mom to a yard-less home (apartment) and the community of neighborhood parks. I was a girl from Amarillo ...