Adventures In Motherhood

The anticipation has been killing me. My husband's been oversharing all summer.  First, the appointment was scheduled in June. Then it was abruptly moved to August. Then, just this week, I spotted it on the wall calendar. As if he'd forget! It's been the subject of dinner table conversations all month.  The dreaded colonoscopy. You'd think my husband was preparing to give birth.  To triplets.  Which is exactly why men do not birth children. Quite frankly, if that were the case, we'd only have one daughter. If he actually went through with the labor.  "I don't think you should schedule anything all weekend," he said, as I penciled in a brewery date with friends this Saturday. "I'll still be recovering." "Are you serious?" I couldn't tell if he was joking. "Bruh, it's a 5-minute nap—the best nap you'll ever have—and you'll be biking to work that afternoon."  He winced. Honest to God, pain seared into his ...

  I wrote a travel memoir and have landed a Pacific Northwest publisher! Happy tears. I did it.    Quite possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever done—besides parenting four children and getting that job at the CIA. I’m living proof that lifelong dreams do come true when you refuse to give up and never stop believing in yourself! Thank you to everyone who has shared in this journey, cheered me on, read my words, and believed in this book. Now, let’s make it a bestseller.  Grief, Grace, and Garlic Naan is coming to a bookstore near you this spring