Author Archives: Anymommy

Stacey can be found eating ice cream and hiding from her children or, alternatively, writing on her blog Is There Anymommy Out There?.

But my heart, Anita

Where to begin?  It’s so cold. Our unplowed neighborhood streets are frozen into icy ruts that funnel the van into a lane of traffic like I’m driving one of those amusement park cars unable to veer more than a few inches left or right of the designated track.  I worry about the kids’ fingers freezing…

Two ladies on the internet

The thing I love about blogging is the connections with other women.  Because I write this life journal essayist thing on the internet, I met Ann Imig, who started a national show featuring and celebrating motherhood and I get to be a part of it.  Because I write and enjoy the writings of other women,…

What if

A photography team flew from Seattle and took pictures of the kids and me last Friday.  They arrived promptly at 10:30 a.m., two tall, youngish men, dressed in that casually rugged and yet still so stylish way that is popular here in the Northwest. Not Carhartt, Matt played with an excavator on the land all day, casually rugged. …

Rolling uphill

So, I’ve been stressed.  Mostly good stress, busy with kids and things I love to do stress, but still I haven’t looked at a writing project in weeks.  I don’t know what I expected. I have a part time job facilitating toddlers and their parents at our much-loved cooperative preschool.  I have a baby, who it turns…

A stitch in time

This December was the fifth annual gift exchange for a group of women – the group of women – my group of women – here on the border of Idaho.  I have made other close friends in our nine years in this sweet, cold, little city, but there’s something special about the women you meet when you…

Someone like you

She didn’t show again today. We packed his things in my old diaper bag backpack for the second time this week during the morning packing rush.  Pack lunches, pack homework, pack library books, pack snacks, and then Graham’s bag.  Nate likes to help – diapers, wipes, a change of clothes, his binky and a spare,…

The annual airing of the grievances

Remember Seinfeld and Festivus for the Rest of Us with its Annual Airing of the Grievances?  No? Well then you’re young and I hate you. That was good T.V.  As we waded our way through the decorating and holiday prep list last weekend, I realized my family has some not so delightful holiday traditions of…

The spirit of patience

“What’s a trulop?” Quinn leaned over the rail of the top bunk, his dark eyes intent on mine. “A what?” “A trulop, you know, like in the song?” I looked at him with a question in my eyes. “On the first day of Christmas my trulop gave to me…,” he sang in his high quavering…

This season of thankfulness

Can I do it? You may. Will you say those weird words? I will. What is it about a flame that speaks to our souls?  The Chanukkah blessings are the only Hebrew I know. I’ve always loved the third blessing, spoken only on the first night, which thanks God for sustaining us and enabling us…

Smoke and mirrors

Poop rained down on my desk last week.  A seal in the floor under the toilet Matt installed in our master bath had gone bad, and waste water was leaking very, very slowly, soaking the floor, then the ceiling of the sun room below, finding the path of least resistance through the boards, wires, and…