Calm down. Nanny is not a pre-teen. But she did just join a gym recently and upon joining said gym and undergoing one of those fun free-of-charge fitness exams with calipers, she learned that she has a metabolic age of... twelve. Yes, you guessed it. Twelve.
But while metabolically a child, N
At long last, here I am telling you about last Thursday night (a.k.a. "Best Night Ever" or my "affair" with Dave Matthews). Please pay careful attention to those foregoing scare quotes. These little squiggles are important qualifiers. Because, no, it was not actually the best night ever. (That w
Last year, right before Mother's Day, I wrote a blog post. One I loved. One I never published.
Today, I muster the courage to do what I couldn't bring myself to do a year ago.
May 5, 2009
Mother Nature's Day
Three years ago, I was mere days from what was supposed to be my first due dat
Six years ago today, Husband asked me a question that changed everything. He asked me to marry him.
It was a Saturday night. We were home in our apartment. Husband was gearing up for business school midterms and said he needed to study. I had just started at the law firm and after a long week
My post-vacation mind is soft. The sharp edges and critical corners are missing for now. Instead, there is a sweet swirl of images.
Images of where I've been.
Images of North Pond. Of big fish and big love. Of life and legacy. Of family and freedom and fireflies.
Of trees, tall
Two weeks ago, I took Baby for her two-year visit at the Pediatrician. I brought Toddler too so she could get her flu vaccine. I was amazed at how differently my girls acted while there. Toddler was utterly unfazed by her surroundings. When the nurse sidled up with a big needle, Toddler did not
After spending two days leading up to my fifteenth high school reunion blogging about my anticipation and anxiety connected thereto, I figured I owe you a bit of a recap. So. Here it is.
It was a really lovely evening. We Class of '96-ers gathered in the Dalton basement in the room where I once u
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
Toddler and I went on a date last week. She had been sick the night before with a whopping 104 fever, but miraculously woke up the next morning with no fever at all. To be safe, I kept her home from school. I emailed her Preschool teacher and said she'd be home that day and her teacher reminded me
Why is it that we spend so much time stuck in the past or fixated on the future? Why is it that we dissect decisions we have made and obsessively orchestrate future plans? Why is it that we daydream about childhood and ask ourselves where we will be in ten years? Why do we ponder who we once wer