GG Writes

Words from the vault

• Oh Brother, How Art Thou? and other philosophical ramblings

  It seems time to mention that we have a brother. Oh, and, yeah, he has three kids, too. What is this? you're asking yourself. Three siblings each with three children now. Weird. Is it, though? Seems like nice symmetry to me. And we really didn't plan on it. No sirree. Our brother is the middle chil

• Somehow nothing's perfect, even when everything is as it's supposed to be

  I've been so indecisive about my emotions this week. The weather's been rainy, and so have I. I feel a sour melting of my heart with every wish for bedtime, for alone time, for peace and quiet. I love my kids, I do. But it takes a special lens to find joy in the every day, the every need, the feedin

• A Letter To My Body In Its 40th Year

  We are thrilled to welcome The Kitchen Witch to Momalom. Absolutely thrilled! On an ordinary day you can find her offering up tidbits about her girls, Mama, the Hubs, the Stepkid, and food of every flavor. Each day she spins a story and throws us a delectable recipe. I have been especially fond of S

• Thanks for Staying With Me (Us)

  I've been working on a project that I can't even blog about. It's too top secret. And it's keeping me from the blog world except to check in briefly on a few favorites every few days. The less time I have to myself, the more I find I need to trim what I do with it. It's kind of like my day job: Ther

• A Spoonful of Sugar

  Dan and I sat on the couch researching double bike trailers for a bit and then he drifted to the office to do some work. Ugh, work, even the word makes me feel like drooling and shutting down. But he's not as tied to the need to completely veg after the kids are asleep as I am. So he plops down into

• A secret weekend

  Ooh I am so excited I can hardly contain myself. And I've never been very good at keeping a secret. Not this kind of secret anyway. I was better at the naughty girl secrets I had to keep from parents, siblings, and friends. I keep saying that's another story, and it is. Note: there's not much I do h

• It was probably easier this way, and much more funny

  Let's pick up where we left off, shall we? I went back to work much too early after Ethan was born. I don't know if it was guilt over my absence, or an honest need to get out of the house, but I found myself once again cooped up in an office with a baby carrier tucked away at my feet. In the eigh

• I used to be smarter and less frizzy

  Motherhood has fried my brain. And, let's face it, most of the rest of me. I am frazzled, both in appearance and in mindset. I can no longer complete one task, simple or otherwise, without thinking of a half dozen other things I have to do while in the process. Everyone's needs come before my own. M

• Why It Shouldn't Have Worked

  When J and I started dating: We worked together He was (I thought) unavailable I had never been in a serious relationship with a man Within weeks I moved two hours away (to enroll in one of my unfinished graduate programs) We were (still are!) 13 years apart in age But here we are,

• High Hopes

  Dear Cuisinart Food Processor, I love you. I really do. Without you there would be no hummus. Without you, making macaroni and cheese (uh, I mean Cheesy Noodle Casserole) would be so much more difficult. Without you roasted potatoes would not be as evenly sliced. But, most importantly, without yo