Old School Posts

• Never Stop Dreaming

  Last night. Circa 8pm. A dark room. Two little girls tucked messily under orange quilts. Heads burrowing into purple pillows. The sound of rain pouring from a small machine made of white plastic. Two parents, exhausted and happy, bending over, planting kisses. On cheeks. On foreheads. Eyebrows.

• What Not To Say

  Forgive me, but I have conversation on the brain. It's not a crime. But it might be an obsession. While we were away in South Carolina for the holiday weekend, I had a little chat with Toddler that I can't seem to get out of my mind. It was a tiny exchange, a sweet little Mommy-Daughter Momen

• A Rotten Day of Writing

  Yesterday? It was not fun. It was not fun because I sat at my desk all day long trying to write and I wrote nothing. That's not entirely true. I wrote a few words here and there. And then I deleted them. And then I opened new documents and took notes. And then I did some research. And then I tri

• Name My Sister's Baby Girl!

  You know just how much I love baby name posts. (Here's the post where I asked you to help me name Little Girl. It's the all-time most popular post on this blog!) And I know just how much you love baby name posts. So let's get down to business... As many of you know, Sister C is expecting her

• Party All Night

  To celebrate her four-month-birthday, Little Girl decided to party. All night. Yes, that's right. After approximately one month of (pretty much) sleeping through, my tiny thing decided it was time to swing dance out of that pesky swaddle and do the regression rumba. Lovely. The quasi-good

• The Purple Tutu

  Toddler. She's had a few rough days at school. Days smudged with uncharacteristic tears. It's all a guessing game of course, but my hunch? She knows what's coming. A tiny creature that will necessarily take me away. And I get it. I am having a hard time with the change that's ahead. I can't imag

• Second Chances

  My older sister is in town with her family. In a little while, we will all congregate at Mom's. The kids will do kid things like watch Diego and chase each other around that big wooden dining table I ate at as a girl. They will scamper and squeal. We adults will do adult things like talk and deb

• Who Are You?

  (This is fiction. But I wish it were real.) She sat there. In the back of the coffee shop. At a small round table. She wore headphones and squinted into her laptop screen. She checked her watch at ten minute intervals and her phone at five. She clutched a yellow highlighter and rifled through

• Tea and Sconces

  A couple of my friends (rightly) scolded me today for letting a few weeks go by without updating you all on the Happy Headache (the untimely-given-the-recession-gut-renovation of our new place). Truth be told I've been too busy "vacationing" and defending my elitist ways and editing my novel and col

• Freedom

  "Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better." Albert Camus Do you agree with Camus? How would you define freedom? Do you have any favorite quotes about freedom? Happy Fourth, friends!