There was a time when most of our conversations revolved around reminders. Did you eat? Did you finish your homework? Don't forget your jacket. Somewhere between motherhood and womanhood, we found a new language for each other.

April has been a whirlwind—a beautiful, exhausting, electric, deeply good whirlwind. But before May sweeps in and takes over, here are ten things I don't want to forget.

There's a word for the moment before: not the ending, not the beginning—the suspended place between them, where everything still is, yet everything is already changing. I've been living in that word for months now. It's called ‘almost’.

Twenty-six trips around the sun—and somehow, with every single one, she's only become more wonderfully, unmistakably herself. This Edit is for Madeline, on her birthday.

A lovely reminder—from my journalist daughter—that em dashes matter. Noted.

A holiday escape to Charleston-a change of scenery, a choice for presence, and a reminder that tradition moves with the people you love.

Between cards and branches, a year reveals itself, hung with care.