Every month, I recap what I learned, loved, read, clicked, listened to, and wrote with my Coffee Date posts. This is what I'd talk to you about if we got coffee this week, and it's how I take a minute to reflect on another month passing. Maybe you'll find your next podcast or book here, or you'll find an interesting article to read. Pour yourself a cup, and let's chat.
In the aftermath of the horrifying shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, the predictable arguments are raging in newsrooms, state houses and living rooms. Many of us feel helpless before the words start flying—we’ve all heard and used the same tired arguments, phrases and hashtags.
It’s Valentine’s Day today, and I’m rocking a feverish baby, date night plans cancelled. I didn’t help my preschooler address cards to her classmates—she was too sick to go to school. There were no baskets of heart candies and stuffed animals for the kids today when they woke up—I didn’t have the energy. But my house is full of love today. Today’s love is heavy, and I’m tired. It’s keeping me awake all night and sabotaging my work week. But this, I’ve discovered, is the bearable weight of love.
I cradled my baby’s head gently in one hand and shifted the weight of her newborn body into my friend’s arms. “She started rolling on her side yesterday! It’s amazing. I can’t believe she’s doing it already. And she slept seven hours last night.”