Coming down the stairs

"Be here” reads a sign in my kitchen.  Pink highlighter on purple card. It’s difficult to make out from a distance. I am learning meditation. I am re-learning meditation. Not in a temple on a hilltop this time, but day by day, lesson by email lesson from a Canadian man with a soothing Canadian voice.…

The nap scramble

The nap scramble. Baby is finally napping and the older boy is peacefully engaged in an educational activity (ahem, he's actually watching cartoons so intensely his eyes water because he has forgotten to blink). A few moments to yourself. The crucial question. What to do first? The spot under the baby's chair at the kitchen…