It’s time

It’s that time when you have lived in a home long enough to find crumbs and dust bunnies under the couches. The stuff the first two pushes of the vacuum didn’t find.

It’s that time when my six-year-old often prefers his friends over me. I listen to him playing in the backyard, laughing with neighborhood kids. I pull him back in at near-dark, as he pushes and prods against my apron strings.

It’s that time when the semester is getting stale. When trying to teach new ideas feels like riding a donkey uphill.

When clean clothes have become a nuisance, as they tower toward the ceiling and sturdy clothes baskets beg for mercy.

It’s time for winter. For yin to have her due. She’s waited patiently in orbit long enough.

It’s time to be a writer, a singer, or a modern dancer.

For more downward dogs. More cups of tea.




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It took me a long while to consider the title for this blog. I wanted something that defined me both as a person and a writer. A name that would also perhaps speak to a particular audience. Why “The Astronaut Wife?” Since my early days of blogging, I have leaned toward more of a confessional style of writing, to some degree. I write as much truth as I can muster at each phase of life. In addition, I also come from a conservative Southern family, and I have grown very far from those roots. You could say I have rocketed to the moon in terms of my upbringing. I have rocketed away from debilitating family dynamics, from worldviews that held me beneath a rock. In my thirties, and now my early to mid-forties, I have learned to live more comfortably with both sides of the moon and write just as much about the raw, dark places as the light ones. Don’t quote me on that, though. It’s quite likely I will lean more heavily toward one or the other depending on which way the wind is blowing. Then, we get to the wife part, and quite frankly, this is where the feminist in me bucked and brayed. Identifying myself as “wife” has felt simply stymieing, particularly since becoming a mother six and a half years ago. But if the truth is going to be told, being a wife to my particular husband has altered my entire shape and has given voice to much of the inner deep. So in fact, becoming a wife was the singular most life-changing moment for me in my journey to the moon and back. Fellow travelers, you can feel safe and comfortable here. What matters more than what you might “get” about me is what you might take for yourself.

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