Here and There

I've been getting up at 5:30 to write since the NaWhoozieWhatsItsMos began. I get a cup of coffee and snuggle into bed to try my hand at word-making. But this morning,  I spilled an entire cup of coffee on my down comforter. These are the writing perils no one tells you about. So, my comforter is coffee-soaked and rolled into a ball and I don't know what to do about that just yet.

It snowed overnight and is still snowing. I put off raking the leaves because I am solo parenting and overwhelmed by the yard but now there is snow and I don't know what to do about that either.

I also just remembered that Zeca still doesn't have snow boots because she didn't like any of the ones she saw and we argued and I gave up. She will be mad as hell when she wakes up because she likely won't be allowed out at recess. I don't know what to do about that either.

But I know one thing. I've been writing a lot--here, there and everywhere.

Today, I'm thrilled to have my words featured at Brain, Child. It's a fresh piece on a topic I've not written much about: our donor.

Here's an excerpt:

We made that decision 14 years ago during a very uncertain time. We didn’t know then that judges would change and second-parent adoptions would become easier. We didn’t know that we would someday be able to legally marry.

And because there were things we could not have known then, there are these things we cannot know now.

I hope you'll head over there and read the entire piece, Things We Cannot Know.

While you are doing that, I'll be trying to figure out what to do about leaves and snow boots and comforters.