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Ever since I first moved to central Maine in 1997, I’ve spent time at the Arboretum, working on trails, hiking with friends, cross-country skiing, introducing my children to its trees and ponds, escaping my office for a lunchtime walk. The Arboretum has something for everyone—miles of trails through shady woods and sunny fields, wildflowers and community gardens, demonstration forestry projects and tree collections, ponds and wetlands—and is an oasis of nature and peace in the heart of Maine’s capital. The vignettes in this collection draw on experiences I’ve recorded in journals since 1999. The field guide pages include some of the trees, birds, flowers, and wildlife a visitor might see during each month or season. 
Deer Tracks and Dragonflies: A Year at Viles Arboretum, June 2016, Viles Arboretum


Kendra tried to imagine what to do with such a thing. It was so toy-like it seemed perverse to employ it in the way intended. She pictured it sitting on the edge of the bathtub, lined up alongside the boys’ toy boats and wind-up sharks. 
“Toy Story,” If Mom's Happy, May 2017

This story begins with a Pop-Tart. No, not a Pop-Tart, but, as you explained to the teacher, the principal, the deputy sheriff, the sheriff, and two muzzle-faced State Troopers, an organic toaster pastry with whole-grain crust and all-natural, no-sugar-added, real-fruit filling.
Boy Trouble” Brain, Child, February 2016

It had been Rose’s idea to spread Zane’s ashes on a mountain in the Camden Hills that the three of them had hiked the previous summer, just weeks before the accident. Rose had thought the mountain was named after her stuffed bat, and Sarah couldn’t think of a better plan.
Stars Come Down” Saltfront, Issue #4, Fall 2015

We installed the weather station the day I found out I was pregnant. Of course I already knew I was pregnant, but on that day the little white stick took away any hope of early menopause. 
Measuring Rain Literary Mama, October 2008

After the capture, the observation, and the love, comes the release, always accompanied by their expressed desire to keep the animal as a pet and my contention that wild animals don’t want to be pets.
“The World in Their Hands,The Maine Review, June 2017

Mutual means shared, reciprocal. In our culture, which tends to idealize the individual and mythologize self-reliance, mutuality can be suspect. But twins can teach us much about caring for and relying on each other while maintaining our own uniqueness.
“Individuality, Mutuality, and a Game of Twister,Multiples Illuminated, Vol. II, Forthcoming

I lift one foot after the other, repeating a mantra I found in a book on walking meditation: I have arrived. I have arrived. 
Five Hundred MilesMothers Always Write, March 25, 2017

We rarely stop to think about the ways that parenting itself helps us become better people, or how the skills and traits we develop can improve our experience in other areas of life
How Being a Mom Helped Me Hike 500 MilesParent Co., March 22, 2017

People are fond of saying to parents of multiples, I don’t know how you do it. I know where they’re coming from; I have no idea how I did it, either. 
Post-Twin Stress DisorderMultiples Illuminated, March 3, 2017

Am I having fun? Perhaps it’s an indication of just how not-fun my life is that I have to ask myself such a question in the midst of a concert of a band I love. 
No Fun” The Manifest Station, March 2, 2017

With no Central Perk to hang out in, I couldn’t figure out where the other twenty-somethings were, and I concluded that they had all either moved to Portland or Boston or were home taking care of babies.
I'll Be There For You” Grown and Flown, January 2017

The milkweed is thigh-high at this time, its fragrant mauve flower clusters swelling into seed pods. When we see leaves that are missing great chunks of green flesh, we peer underneath of them, hoping to find a fat yellow-, black-, and white-striped caterpillar hiding there. 
“Monarch Summers” Snowy Egret, Volume 78, Numbers 1&2, Spring-Autumn 2016

I hated those Perfectly Perfect women, yet I could not stop reading their blogs. I started my own blog, borrowing the computer and camera from my husband’s business, intending to document my own messy, imperfect life.
How I Went from Domestic to Wild” Role Reboot, September 23, 2016

I’ve never witnessed the salamander migration—every year I’m too busy or too tired or I forget. But last spring I resolved to not miss the Big Night and so, on a drizzly Saturday evening soon after the snow melted, I amassed our collection of headlamps and herded my family out the door.
“The Big Night” Coffee + Crumbs, September 9, 2016

I watch his long, brown legs, thin in the bone, knobbed at the knee, like a colt’s, and I think, for a moment, that nine is my favorite age. 
Love Bugs” Mothers Always Write, May 16, 2016

In that moment, the baby I had anticipated with such excitement turned into a horror who stole my special day. 
One Cake or Three?” Brain, Mother Blog, March 18, 2016

When the chicks sleep, they lie face down in the wood chips, looking dead, so you poke them and they wake up cheeping, which makes you feel bad and reminds you of how you used to wake up your own newborn children from naps because you were worried they’d stopped breathing.
The Chickens” Mutha Magazine, March 16, 2016

After the holidays pass and Arctic air settles over the land, it’s tempting to want to curl up by the fire with a cup of hot cocoa and hibernate until spring. But if you did that, not only would your kids start pole-vaulting the furniture, you would also miss out on the many natural wonders of winter.
The Family Guide to Getting Outside in Winter” Whitefield News, January 2016

With these two boys, there is a fine line between playing and fighting, the main difference being how long it takes for one of them to start crying.
The Twins and The Pendulum” Brain, Child Magazine, February 2015

Milo is nearing his thirteenth birthday and the top of his head reaches my eyebrows when we stand toe-to-toe. I just noticed this winter that Owl Tree, too, has grown in our 11 years on this land. 

I decide to be grateful that the contents of my pack are not pulling my hair or throwing sippy cups onto the trail.    
Four Days at Russell Pond” TrailGroove, November 2014

If we do our job right, our children will thank us from their life’s stage, but their love songs they will sing to someone else.
“Here Be Dragons” Motherlode: Essays on Parenthood, KY Story, October 2014

The important thing is that you and your child are enjoying the world together and, while you’re at it, you are learning (or relearning) a whole new way of seeing the world.
Skinny Big Hill Hard Mountain” TrailGroove, October 2014

But, unlike trees, children only shed and regrow their teeth once, a reminder of the fleeting nature of childhood and the impermanence of life itself, and that second chances are doled out rarely. 
Memento Mori” Mutha Magazine, May 2014

The boys sat in the middle of the boat, slapping each other with slippery red lily pads, I swooped a little insect net through the air, trying to catch one of the bright yellow damselflies that skimmed over the water’s surface, and Curry cast Milo’s line off the stern of the boat.  
Catch 22” About Place Journal, November 2013

Here in central Maine, wild nature and human nature intertwine like the strands of barbed wire we find grown into the trunks of ragged white pine trees. 
The Place Where You Live” Orion, August 2013 (January/February 2014)

A wild strawberry is smaller than a pinkie nail, a tiny red jewel so tender it melts on your tongue.
This Good Field” Kindred, Fall 2013

But here I had a child, barely more than a baby, who perhaps had seen another child build a Lego gun, or had seen a movie with a gun at daycare and decided to build his own or, for all I know, had the blueprint for weapon-making encoded in his DNA. 

Author Profiles/Book Reviews/Literary Reflections/Writing About Writing
A Conversation with Tomas Moniz" Literary Mama, June 2017
How to Write with (or Despite) KidsWOW! Women on Writing, March 16, 2017
Advice to Writers from 80s Hair Bands” Beyond Your Blog, March 15, 2016
Write in Your Car” Literary Mama, August 3, 2015
Two Takes on AWP” Literary Mama Blog, February 2015
The Mother as She Writes” Literary Mama, May 2014
Adopting a Son, Becoming a Mother: A Review of Susanne Antonetta’s Make Me a Mother” 
    Literary Mama, March 2014
    Literary Mama, June 22, 2013
    Literary Mama, September 26, 2011
    Literary Mama, April 24, 2011

A Short Poem About Time” vox poetica, October 2011
Mix Tape” vox poetica, July 2011
Capture” vox poetica, January 2010
Abide” vox poetica, September 2009
First Practice” vox poetica, July 2009
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