Home is Where You Hang Your White Flag–In Which We Sign Another Lease

Dear Lily June, There was a little, living dream, born with a warm, wet heart that sounded, for a minute, as omnipresent as… Read more Home is Where You Hang Your White Flag–In Which We Sign Another Lease

Broken Home–In Which the Pig Wore Lipstick

Dear Lily June, The expression “to put lipstick on a pig” is one meant to indicate that someone’s trying to… Read more Broken Home–In Which the Pig Wore Lipstick

Dear Lily June, Once upon a time, when your mother was just a junior in high school, our country’s Secretary… Read more Unknown Unknowns–In Which My Anxiety Needs Its Own Walk-in Closet

Dear Lily June, If I’ve seem a little preoccupied with our house-hunt this summer, it could be because your mother… Read more Inspectacle–In Which We Get Closer to Being Homeowners

Dear Lily June, It is impossible to put into a single post all the things I’m feeling now that you’ve… Read more Lily June Won–In Which You Turn One

Dear Lily June, In America, thirteen has traditionally been seen as an unlucky number. In fact, one of your mother’s… Read more Be Our Guest–In Which Patricia Says You Should Listen to Your Dad and Me (SRSLY)

Dear Lily June, Someday you will understand that the people you love–maybe even me–can’t always be there for you in… Read more Origins–In Which Your Grandpap Came for a Visit

Dear Lily June, [First and foremost, dear daughter, don’t even read this letter, okay? Your mother just had to–or just… Read more The Cruelest Month–In Which I Vent While Awaiting May’s Flowers

Dear Lily June, I often wish my life were a story written in a book. When I was having trouble comprehending… Read more Coffee & Change–In Which We Rewind Yesterday

Dear Lily June, American Chinese food is a big part of your parent’s love story. I can’t tell you how… Read more The Bucket List (in a Jar)–In Which An Old Couple Makes a New Recipe