Old School Posts

• The Gift of Ruin

  This weekend, I saw Eat, Pray, Love with Mom, Sister C, and Sister T. Admittedly, I had read only the first fifteen pages of Elizabeth Gilbert's memoir from which the film is adapted (Toddler was a wee one then and I didn't have an abundance of free time), but still I was excited to see it. The

• Broken Biological Clocks?

  Last week, we were all over at Mom's celebrating her birthday and she said something to me that caught me off guard. "Maids, you're not pregnant or trying to get pregnant, are you?" "No, Mom!" I said defensively. And then, predictably, I ran my hand along my flat, decidedly non-pregnant be

• What Happens in Philly Stays in Philly.

  {Well, not really. Because here I am. Reporting about what went on in Philly.} This past weekend, we went to Grammy and Dad-Dad's place for a pair of very special Saturday events. First, there was a bridal shower for Husband's sister J. Just a few hours later, her bachelorette festivities com

• Pictures & Privacy

  After a string of nutty days and very late nights, I'm happy to report that we are moved into our new home and reasonably settled. And by reasonably, I mean barely. But we are happy to be here even if we are aware of the reality that it will likely take months to get our bearings. On Friday, I m

• Husbands Are Like Fires

  Husbands are like fires. They go out when unattended. Zsa Zsa Gabor What kind of attention are we (or is Zsa Zsa) talking about here? Sexual? Spiritual? Emotional? Existential? Does this mean asking about his day, his dreams, his doubts? Does this mean cooking dinner? What really does this mean

• BUI (Breastfeeding Under the Influence)

  Couldn't ignore this one. Police recently responded to a domestic disturbance call in North Dakota and encountered an intoxicated woman who was breastfeeding her newborn. They arrested her. And she subsequently pleaded guilty to child neglect and faces up to five years in jail. For more of the sordi

• Broken Hearts

  “The heart is the only broken instrument that works.” T. E. Kalem I think I broke a heart once. I can't be sure. I never asked. But in my own heart, my today heart, pulsing and pacing, running and racing, I know. I know I hurt someone. I think I had my heart broken once. I can't be sur

• Close Calls & Sugar Dolls

  I was three sentences into a different post this morning when my BlackBerry buzzed. I checked it. And there it was. The message I've been anticipating for three weeks now. Longer, actually. A message from my good friend. One whom some of you might remember. A friend who went through a very close

• Without Us

  A few nights ago, after the girls were in bed, Husband and I sat side-by-side on our sofa chatting about Toddler. Together, we studied her artwork that had piled up on our coffee table. We marveled at the fact that she had very excitedly brought home her very first library book. We celebrated th

• The Feeling of Family

  We spent the better part of Saturday at the Fall Harvest Festival at Green Chimneys, a farm and school in Brewster, New York. Many of you know that this place is very important to me and my family. It was a wildly windy and glorious fall day. We arrived in time for lunch at a picnic table