MotherJana

Water is my wine. The earth is my body.

Kicking Ass at Failing

This morning, my son’s first day of middle school, did not go as I planned. I’ve been anxious about it all summer, this step from elementary school into pre-adolescence. A big, wide building with several wings. More homework. A transition of timing, of friendships, of life. I wanted the morning to go smoothly. I wanted everything to work out as it should. Perfect, or as close to perfect as it […]

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Being Free

Yesterday I took my daughters for a walk around our neighborhood after dinner. It’s only recently that I’ve allowed my four-year-old, the baby of the family, to walk instead of ride in her stroller. On this day, after holding my hand to cross the street, she ran up ahead on the sidewalk, spreading her arms wide and skipping as the breeze ruffled her dress and blew her ponytail. She makes similar movements at […]

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This Is Really Happening

The other night I was reading my daughter one of our favorite children’s books by Mo Willems, “Edwina, the Dinosaur Who Didn’t Know She Was Extinct.” The story is not so much about Edwina the dinosaur as it is about Reginald Von Hoobie Doobie, the elementary school hero who sets out to prove everybody wrong about the existence of the friendly neighborhood dinosaur. Dinosaurs can’t exist, he tells his teacher […]

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Reunited and It Feels So Good

Hello again, coffee. Or four-shot espresso latte-thingy. I missed you. You are hard enough. You are rough enough. You are rich enough. I’m not too blind to see. You put pep in my step all day. When I’m around you, my hands shake. I tremble under your touch. I don’t know why we have to have this sordid, on-again, off-again love affair, but I’m with you now, and that’s all […]

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Book Talk, August: Debut Authors!

This summer, it just so happens that I’ve been drawn to books by debut authors, even though I didn’t purposely set out to go on a binge. It’s a good binge, though. Netflix-worthy. I’m in the process of pitching my novel, called The Scribe, to an agent. It’s tough work. Agents, as many aspiring writers know, have to wade through loads of pitches in their inboxes, only occasionally finding a […]

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The Single Life

It’s often in my kitchen, doing dishes or cooking (and when I say cooking, I mean barely) that I think about what it means to be single. There’s often the idea that a single person doesn’t necessarily choose to be single, that she or he becomes single because they just haven’t found “the one.” But I’m in the process of taking ownership of my singlehood in a new way, in […]

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Might As Well Face It, I’m Addicted to Food

If you read my alter-ego, SuperWoman from The SuperWoman Chronicles, you’ll know I’m on a 21-day cleanse recommended by a medicine woman, in which I have to forego sugar, coffee, alcohol, gluten, and a host of other tasty things (strawberries! tomatoes! peanut butter! shrimp!). It’s actually not as hard as I thought it was going to be, because I was ready for it. I needed to lose a few pounds […]

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