I almost missed them. On Saturday, we walked up to the park to play for a bit, and on the way home, we passed a tree in the planting strip: there, against a gray branch under a gray sky, were three palest pink blossoms. I was nearly past them before I saw them. I...
I took my first antidepressant yesterday. I also marked the lintel of our front doorframe with the letters C, M, and B, the traditional initials of the Magi who journeyed from far-off lands to worship the Christ Child. It seems fitting, I suppose, that those two...
On Monday night, the boys slept nine hours. I did not. I woke up puking at one a.m. The only night in six months that I could have slept a normal, healthy amount, and I missed it. That’s just cruel. About a week ago, my feet started tingling. Sometimes my hands...
I’m giving a presentation tonight to a group of couples who are expecting twins. I want to tell them there are a few things they won’t be able to do much of once their babies are born, things that are sort of important, things like eating and sleeping and...
Our house is a little small. We have two babies, two kids, two adults, and two cats sharing an 800-square-foot house. Two bedrooms, one bathroom. I would dearly like to be able to move someplace a tad larger. Unfortunately, we bought that sofa-mobile, which we have to...
K.C. Ireton is a writer and teacher. The author of The Circle of Seasons: Meeting God in the Church Year and Cracking Up: A Postpartum Faith Crisis, she lives near Seattle with her husband and four school-aged children. She is a lover of books, gardens, and tea. Also, Oxford commas.