You come from the hill by the lake. It’s dotted with wooden huts that overlook the water. On long Saturdays, campers sit on towels stretched below the summer sun—barefooted, knees bent. Or toss frisbees, rest on the rise and fall of a kindred’s chest, seek shade. Come nightfall, heads tilt toward every star in a midsummer sky. …
It’s my first time. Since becoming a mother, this is the first time I haven’t had a baby. Tomorrow, my youngest son will turn two. My three boys are all 20 months apart. When anyone turned two, there was already another baby in the house. It’s been six years of consecutive pregnancies, nursing, and newborns, without a …
I’m truly honored and humbled to share that I’m up on Brain, Child’s site today. I’ve long admired Brain, Child Magazine because, quite simply, it features consistently quality content about all aspects of motherhood. Their contributing writers are some of my most profound writer crushes—the ones I’d “follow” anywhere. I’m awed and grateful Brain, Child has …
I was never one to obsess over a “bikini body” or getting in shape in time for summer. Now I realize it’s because I had a bikini body…and never cared much for bikinis. But last week, I set out to shop for a couple summer staples and caught myself frowning at the image in …
I resisted writing a post in honor of Mother’s Day; I really did. So many others are putting forth such beautiful words, like these and these. Why not leave it to these masterful writers to reveal the profundity, the meaning of the day? But I recently discovered letters my mother had written (on a typewriter, no less!) to …
Dina L. Relles 