Love Letters

Moms-to-Be: I’m Letting You in on Some Secrets

Dear Evangeline, There are a few things I hadn’t realized I bargained for when your father and I decided to try to create you. But if one lesson can be learned from all of this, it’s that biological clocks tick hard, but they don’t provide any insight into what the future really brings. All women of childbearing age: beware! Tossing… Read more →

A Mourning Mother

Dear Evangeline, Today I took you on your first trip to the car wash. The weather was glorious for the first time in months, but when the door to the outdoors slammed behind us the look in your eyes glistened stronger than the sun. I let you press your nose against the gnarly glass as you watched the cars swoosh… Read more →

Gratefully Gutless: An Anniversary Story

Dear Evangeline, I don’t have anything in the house to cook for dinner. “What else is new,” you ask? Well, smarty pants, this is significant because I am finally feeling well enough to make a trek to the grocery store. The only problem is, you’re not feeling well and, as I mentioned in passing to your father this morning, the… Read more →

A Puppy’s Requests

Dear Evangeline, Our new puppy, Ripley, wants to have some words with you. As the matriarch of the household, I feel it is my responsibility to speak for her. There are five things, specifically, that Ripley would like to address: 1. I’m having a bit of trouble understanding why you can tear apart my toys and eat MY food, but… Read more →

On Turning a “Terrible” Two

Dear Evangeline, The “terrible twos” are upon us! Well, anyhow, that’s what we hear every time we walk out the front door. In reality, the “terrible twos” started back in August, when you were just 18 months-old. It was almost as if the moment you turned 18 months-old, our world was jerked upside down. You started to dance, to have… Read more →

A Papa Tomato Story

Dear Evangeline, Last week, your pop-pop and I were reminiscing about your great-grandfather, whom you lovingly nicknamed “Papa Tomato” shortly before his death this past summer. “That man just never stopped moving. He always had his hands in something. He just couldn’t sit still,” your pop-pop said to me with a nostalgic quiver, “It’s almost as if…well, it’s almost as… Read more →

(Not Your Typical) First Day of Preschool

Dear Evangeline, As the epic, cliched version of the story goes, today I was first supposed to take a picture of you smiling with your absurdly cute backpack on by our front door. Ideally, you’d be holding some version of sign reading, “my first day of preschool!” I think next I am supposed to put you in the car, drive you… Read more →


Dear Evangeline, I came across a New York Times article last night that I found very jarring. It took me a minute or two to find the adjective I wanted to use there (i.e. “jarring”) because I’m not quite sure, even 24 hours later, what I even think of it. It offers a perspective on mothering that, to be honest,… Read more →


Dear Evangeline, When I woke up this morning, the first thing I did was remember. Then my mind was washed over with a sensation of fear. I woke up at home for the first time  in a while, but when I tried to get out of bed and realized that I couldn’t, it did something to me that I wouldn’t… Read more →


Dear Evangeline, By the time you are able to read my letters to you, I am sure you will have (somewhat) grasped the very fallible order of the human condition. In fact, I think you understand this, on some level, already. Last night you ordered, “Daphne, stop it!” time and time again, yet the damn dog kept barking and you,… Read more →

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