Tara Wood

Tara Wood


The Woodchips

The Woodchips

Recently, a friend and I were talking about how utterly sucky it is to listen to our children bicker with their brothers and sisters. “I can’t stay in the same room with the two of mine when they go at it,” she said “It must be awful for you with six of them fighting.” The read more

The Woodchips

The Woodchips

If you’d have been able to pry my attention away from the Jack Kerouac book or R.E.M cassette tape I was immersed in during my high school years to tell me that I would one day be a stay-at-home mom of six children, I’d have guffawed and blown cigarette smoke in your face. I’d have read more

The Woodchips

The Woodchips

It was the sudden but easy and charming way their friendship began that moved me the most. Our then 7-year-old daughter, Mia, walked toward the church altar Sunday after Sunday, arms folded in an “X” across her chest to receive her weekly blessing from our priest. I, always just behind her, noticed that she’d begun read more

That’ll Do, Kid, That’ll Do

That’ll Do, Kid, That’ll Do

I suppose it’s only natural for people to want to start off a new year with plans and goals and hopes and dreams. I get it. Particularly if life has served you a crap sandwich or you’d like a change of scenery. What better time to do it than at the dawn of a so read more

The Woodchips

The Woodchips

I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like last Christmas was just, like, a week ago. I mean, I just deflated the damn penguin and snowman blow-up thingies in our front yard, stuffed them into trash bags and chunked them into the attic and now it’s time to drag them out again? What read more

Thanksgiving Warm and Fuzzies

Thanksgiving Warm and Fuzzies

I’ve decided to add a, perhaps somewhat unexpected, item to my ‘thankful list’ this year. It’s amazing timing that I was presented with the unlikely opportunity to recognize a bodily reaction that most of us take for granted yet is readily available to us when we need it most- at times of fear, surprise, excitement, read more

The Woodchips

The Woodchips

Oh, hey Halloween. It’s been, what, 11 months or so since you last stopped by to make me feel inadequate? Great. Welcome back, except not really. You’re not all bad, I suppose. A quick, informal poll of my Facebook friends tells me that fellow parents really like that you encourage thoughtful, handmade costumes and that read more

The Woodchips

The Woodchips

Our son, Leo, had a bit of a hard time the first few weeks of first grade. By that I mean I had two phone calls from the principal in less than five days. They don’t call about just any little thing either. When the school’s phone number shows up on caller ID, I take read more

The Woodchips

The Woodchips

Six kids at home for summer break is unnerving. It’s loud as hell, crowded and altogether exasperating. I took a dip in Lake Me just before school let out this year. I made a conscious decision to roll with the punches. To not sweat the small stuff. To let it be. To accept that there read more