Author Archives: Hannah

It was billed as a sunset wildlife tour, but was in fact a booze cruise, one onto which I boarded my family alongside honeymooners and bachelorette parties. While this meant a wild ride (wildlife tour= shots if you see a … Continue reading →

I remember hearing the phrase in grad school, a liminal space, a place of transition, a place wholly in between. I loved it, having a name for the inevitable messy middle where you are trying to sort things out. To … Continue reading →

The glasses were the first to go. That first apartment didn’t have a dishwasher and barely had enough space on the counter for one drying rack onto which we precariously stacked entire dinner parties worth of dishes. Dinner parties incongruous … Continue reading →

From late August until late May, I am unequivocably an insanely productive person. I homeschool part time, teach at a university, act as the advisor and events coordinator for my department, manage our home, and take part in a number … Continue reading →

Because the measurements I painstakingly took looked like they would work but theAmazon description didn’t say that the waist wasn’t elastic. Because the tutu couldn’t go up over the hips that have carried three children. Because it was going to … Continue reading →

The honest book, the one of crucial intel that they absolutely did not tell us at that 4 hour class we did before giving birth, the one where the sweet nurse instructing us had to pause the whole course because … Continue reading →

Hi, hello, it’s been awhile. The Internet is about short missives these days, fancy memes, witty infographics, stories and tweets and clickbait and I kind of miss the long form blog. It felt a little like sitting down for coffee … Continue reading →

Oh hey there 2022! There is nothing so intoxicating as a new year, a fresh slate full pf promise and crisp planner sheets that have yet to be destroyed by a child with a red crayon and Artistic Aspirations. On … Continue reading →

I’m writing this from the kitchen sink. Actually, that’s not true. I just really love this book, and that is the opening line, and I think of it often. But I am writing it in view of the kitchen sink, … Continue reading →

The first time I noticed the sound I thought a car alarm was going off somewhere in the distance. It was a dull screeching in the background as we played outside all day and in the evening James mentioned that … Continue reading →