One Room at a Time

This is my first post of the new year, and I am surprised I made it to January 12 without putting together some thoughts for this little blog. When I am not steeping myself in British literature for the upcoming semester, I am often steeping in silence and stillness. However, I needed to get past […]

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It’s Time

On the recommendation of a good friend, I am reading The Bright Hour by Nina Riggs, the great-great-great granddaughter of Ralph Waldo Emerson. It’s a beautiful memoir about cancer and loss. You’d think this would be a depressing read but quite the opposite. Her tone is light, and her ability to tackle death with curiosity […]

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Doing Hard Things

I am sitting on my couch in front of a coffee table that’s usually filled with my son’s latest treasures. This week, it’s wind-up teeth that chatter ferociously, a game of pick-up sticks, a fidget spinner, some tape, a yard sale dinosaur, etc. After turning in my semester grades and completing a rather annoying school-wide […]

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I am 46. Hold My Broom.

  I turned 46 this month, and every year is the same. I always think back to my 25th birthday. I spent my 25th birthday alone. In memory, it was a weekend. There was a red rose I’d purchased for myself standing in a clear vase upon my coffee table (life before cats). I spent […]

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Without You, There is No Story

    Welcome to The Astronaut Wife. I am so glad you are here. For me, this has been my happy place, which is kind of odd, perhaps. But it feels like home. You see, I love writing more than just about anything, save my son and husband. I love a good story, too, and […]

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Becoming

The kids in their early teen years get off the bus outside my window. There is snow on the ground from our first snowfall, which quickly followed the first significant leaf fall. The trees had just revealed their winter coats. We had not had time to rake. And the snow came down anyway, accumulating quickly. […]

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Committed

Today marks my second writing appointment. It’s on my calendar now for Fridays at 9:00 a.m., a parting gift from the NYC writer’s workshop I attended two weeks ago. But I am so tired and fuzzy and unclear what to write. There are so many shoulds in my brain right now. There’s laundry heaped high […]

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