Old School Posts

• Why Do You Come Here?

  {Middle Girl before getting examined at the eye doctor. Pic has no real relevance to the post below, but I love it. She was very disappointed to learn that she does not need glasses. She was hoping to score a pair of specs to be like her big sister.} This is one of those moments. I sit in a Starbuc

• Pine Flu

  We got our Christmas tree yesterday. Our timing was impeccable. Just as we got the girls piled in the monstrosity that is our double stroller, it started to rain. Not to be deterred, we headed to our favorite purveyor of pine. The one in front of the Natural History Museum. We were very decisive

• Five Years

  Five years ago today, I woke up in my childhood bed. A full-sized bed, decked in faded flowers. The bed on which I used to scatter my notes to study. The bed on which I used to sit with friends and gossip. The bed which I used to share with Sister C every Christmas Eve. You see, when I went off

• I Live In A Bubble

  (Apologies in advance. Because this post is unedited. These words will lack the telltale gloss I apply after composition. And maybe because of this, because of their tattered edges, they will be more real?) I live in a bubble. A bubble full of fancy educations and success stories. Of fast car

• Pressing Pause

  Last April, I started this blog. To be honest, I was utterly ignorant about this world, about its residents, about the conversations that go on here. All I knew was that I loved to write. I knew that I had written a book of which I was maternally proud. I knew that writing every day would be b

• The Name Game

  I remember the moment vividly. Husband and I sit at the bar in a restaurant downtown. It is Saturday and we indulge in an afternoon cocktail. (Oh, the good old days of weekend wandering sans wee ones.) I turn to him and say something. "You do know that when we get married I'm not taking your

• When The Spotlight Isn't On You

  So. I met a man. And we're not talking about Husband. Calm down. Many months ago, I met a fellow intrepid in these blogging waters and it happened to be a man. A husband. A father. A writer. I'm not sure how he found me, or me him, but finding did occur. I remember that we had a meaningful em

• First or Third?

  Once upon a time, I did not think much (or at all) about this question. Now? I am fixated on it. The question: First- or third-person? As many of you know (because I tend to mention this fact from time to time), I am currently working on my second novel. I am really excited about my story

• Blahgging

  Warning: Honesty and whining ahead. Proceed at your own risk. Recently, I have been feeling a bit blah about blogging. There. I said it. I don't really know why. I love this place, this wilderness, this world. I love the fierce flux, the real-time exchange of emotion and idea, the swirl of si

• What I Remember

  Today, my mind is muddled. Caught between the fictional world of LIFE AFTER YES and the real world of my life. Today, the rain has fallen furiously. Today, I am oddly nostalgic for days past. For a while, I couldn't figure out why. But as the day went on, it became clearer. There have been at lea