on babywearing with my baby

It’s long been a fun game. “Mama! Slinky!” they would call, and come find me, baby (theirs, not mine), tucked under their arm, a muslin wrap trailing along behind them. They would cuddle their baby and hold their arms out while I tied up some approximation of my own sling, and off we could toddle, each wearing our own babies. […]

Who needs plastic?

I awoke to the wonderful sound of rain, tapping a constant stattaco on the roof above. The sky was grey, puddles formed on the lawn wherever they could. I lay in bed, listening to this wonderful, rare sound, thankful it had arrived, and wondering if it was falling in all the right places.   The previous night, I had lain […]