Sarah is in the Poet-in-Residence over at Simple Mom. Don’t we all need a poet-in-residence?
We went to William and Mary together years ago and reconnected this winter, both of us three baby girls later. Often now she’ll come over on a weekday morning and we talk life and faith and writing and art and how we love our houses and how our houses plague us.
We angst over raising daughters and both marvel at what mothering has shown us of ourselves. We talk about the foggy years of early-parenting and how learning to put it into words helped us see our way through. I usually announce my newest sleep/schedule philosophy and Sarah nods encouragingly, never asking why it’s different each time she arrives, or why with the third, I don’t have more clarity.
I cherish this slim volume and it makes the perfect Mothers Day gift or shower gift or wow-sorry your kid threw that horrid fit at Trader Joes and you spent your morning mopping pee off your floors with baby wipes-gift. (In fact, give it tied in a bow with a new pack of baby wipes.)
But even more so, Sarah’s poems, and her tender, honest, funny candor serve as a sweet reminder, no matter the trenches we are in – there’s beauty to be found, and much to laugh about.
You can order what it is is beautiful here.