Old School Posts

• My New Friend

  She looks familiar, no? Yup, that's me. Hardly the coy and coiffed creature in my profile picture to the right. But still. It's me. And a fair representation of what I look like between the hours of six and nine in the morning. Oh, and between the hours of seven and ten at night. (Lucky Husband!)

• Uh Oh

  Talk about insecurity.  What have I done? Last night (after a day spent obsessively posting arguably tiresome details about my day in the life of a Manhattan County juror), I was kind of (okay, extremely) pumped about this blog thing.  Putting myself out there? How daring! Talking about my hope

• The Gift of Metaphor

  In twenty-eight minutes, there will be a soft knock at the door. And I will pop up, tighten the sash of my white robe, tiptoe across carpet and answer it. A kind man in a uniform will smile at me and ask me how I am. I will keep it simple and tell him that I am fine. Even though on this morning

• 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

• Elaine Envy

  I dropped Toddler off at camp this morning and after clinging to my leg for a few delicious moments that made me feel wonderfully needed, she said, "Bye bye, Mommy" and promptly started decorating a cardboard star-wand with blue glitter. And for the first time, I left the school. On the way out, I a

• A Lucky Lad

  A little while back, I regaled ILI readers with my tale of Elaine Envy, my giddy anticipation of reuniting with my beloved baby nurse Elaine who would make a cameo at my sister's place when she gave birth. In that post, I waxed poetic about the stunning nursery my talented sister had thrown together

• The School for Making People

  Parents teach in the toughest school in the world -- The School for Making People. You are the board of education, the principal, the classroom teacher, and the janitor. Virginia Satir Until moments ago, I was sitting at my desk pouting that I didn't know what to write. Some days? I have a

• Guys' Night

  {This is ONE BIG BEER, huh? Yummy Yuck. I've never been much of a beer person. But this is not remotely the point of the post. It's just that as I was writing the post and circumnavigating that actual point, I couldn't stop looking at the vast mug of beer up there and thinking how it is blisteri

• Skies in Disguise

  I am a city girl. I love this place. It is my hometown. I celebrate the diversity, the cracked concrete, the beautiful bustle. I thrive in the chaos. I breathe the conversations. I savor the culture. This is my world. But every now and then, I get worried. I feel a punch of panic. A stab o

• Beach Brain

  If you were gracious (or bored) enough to read my recent “vacation” vents, you’d think I’d vow to stay put at home for a while. It would be the sensible thing to do. But no. I try not to be sensible too often. It bores me. Last night, Husband and I piled our little jet setters (and en