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anymommy: a pirate looks at forty
by Stacey Conner Tomorrow afternoon I will board a plane and fly across the country to Minnesota, where I’ll board another plane and fly across the Atlantic to Lisbon, Portugal, find my sisters in the...
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anymommy: what matters
by Stacey Conner Don’t you want to do this on our own again some day? Remember? he asks me, his lips against the side of my head, his familiar body in an unfamiliar bed in a borrowed house on a foreign...
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anymommy: the nostalgia gene
by Stacey Conner “Oooooh.” The wail just over my left shoulder makes me jump. It’s late and the house has settled into sleep. The dog dozes, wrapped into his nose to tail doughnut on the far side of...
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anymommy: hope and change
by Stacey Conner This post is for Jennie, who wrote about hope so beautifully, I’m not sure I did it justice. I hope a lot of things for my children. Small things. I hope they sleep past 6:00 a.m....
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anymommy: hey easter bunny
by Stacey Conner Easter week always engenders some classic comments around our house. Last year, in the midst of enduring an unpleasant spring-break-desperation trip to the mall so we could gape at...
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anymommy: moment of impact
by Stacey Conner “The thing to fear,” my mother told me once, because we have similar dark souls, comforted by futility, “is not the thing that worries you in the middle of the night. It’s not which...
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anymommy: divination
by Stacey Conner “I want to see my other mommy,” she says from behind me. We are halfway through the chaotic drive to school. I glance at her cheerful face in the rear view mirror. It is a simple...
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anymommy: softening
by Stacey Conner It’s Saturday-another freezing, steel grey Saturday in our endless winter that will not become spring. The tulips drag their tails in the frosted wood chip beds outside the front...
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anymommy: just be
by Stacey Conner I wrote this when my third child was a baby. He’s almost six this month, five years later, and I am so grateful I rocked him that night, but I’m even more grateful that I wrote it...
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anymommy: these small moments
Bedtime becomes time to ponder big questions that lead to wine and relaxation for mom. by Stacey Conner I love bed time for all the wrong reasons. Actually, one specific wrong reason: because it means...
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