Tara Wood

Tara Wood


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 […]

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 […]

Happy Birthday, Kid

Happy Birthday, Kid

Birthday parties have changed since I was a child. Back in the ’70s, I got a sheet cake with maybe my favorite color icing and a few anemic little balloons filled with my mom’s breath and taped onto the backs of chairs. I’m not sure my cake even said “Happy Birthday, Tara.” I think it […]

Are you there, Lord? It’s me, at home with the kids all summer…

Are you there, Lord? It’s me, at home with the kids all summer…

It’s here… just like it promised. It seems manageable when it’s looming in the distance, approaching at a glacier’s pace — “I’ve got time, it’s cool…,” I think to myself. Suddenly, though, the kids are out of school, summer arrived at a break-neck speed and I am utterly unprepared. I am a stay-at-home mom to […]