Old School Posts

• Dear Anonymous D

  Dear Anonymous D, I'm sure many ILI readers read your comments and think we are friends. They would probably be shocked to know that you stumbled upon my blog randomly. But I am thrilled you have. This is the beauty of the Internet. The rueful randomness. The fact that two total strangers can

• My Loves

  Sometimes, when we are walking down our block, on our way home, I hang back. I hang back so that I can see. So that I can see the things in my life that are at once most simple and most profound: The man I love. The two little girls I love. Holding hands. And in these moments, these crystallin

• When Life Gets Heavy, I Get Highlights

  The morning at Dalton was nothing short of wonderful, but I wouldn't say it was easy.  Why is it that the hardest and heaviest things we do in life are also the most memorable and rewarding? So, what did I do after this meaningful celebration of Dad's legacy?  After hearing a wonderful panel of

• A Saturday Shower

  100 blue balloons. 36 baby bacon quiches. 1 black Bugaboo. Countless bellinis. Endless bubbly. 1 blonde boy on his way. Congrats, C! I can happily host your shower, but I can't offer you too much advice. With four sisters and two daughters, I live in a pink, pink world. Parents of boys

• Change Is Good

  So. Yesterday, I opened up. I told you that I have been plagued by the blogging blahs. It felt good to be honest. Turns out I am not the only one who is feeling a bit sluggish in these here cyberwoods. After posting, I did something strange. I called and made an appointment for a haircut. I didn

• The Importance of Place

  I have so many things to tell you. So many. About New York's greatest face-lift and a seven hundred foot ribbon and dinner at the People's Castle. About my book which continues to grow and change every day in ways I could never have imagined. About the mild fever I can't shake and my sinister fe

• A Sweet Struggle. A Sweet Surrender.

  {I wrote this post a couple of days ago. And then. And then something told me not to publish it, that it was a little raw, lacking in editorial or existential varnish. Reading it over makes me feel a bit vulnerable, exposed. But you know what? Maybe that means that there is something profoundly

• A Book Jacket & A Beginning

  Yesterday, I told a little story. About book day. A 99% fictional story. And I was amazed at how many of you were fooled! And I know I promised that I would tell you all about what really happened, but I will stick to one highlight. (Or lowlight.) Sister C did take me shopping on Tuesday to find

• Guilty As Charged

  Technically, I was still on jury duty today.  But I didn't need to head downtown.  I was told that I was "on-call" and needed to be able to report to the courthouse within an hour. Now, it takes a good forty-five minutes to get to 100 Centre Street by cab and get through security and up to that

• I Could Lie

  “Lying is done with words and also with silence.” Adrienne Rich People: How are you feeling? Me: I feel good, thank you! People: The baby is coming soon! Are you getting so excited? Me: Yes, we can't wait! A simple script. One that plays over and over. Every day. It's a script in whi