Old School Posts

• Cutest Corkscrew

  Saturday afternoon, Husband had a spontaneous date with his buds to play bocce ball in Central Park. Before leaving, he asked: "Babe, do you know where we can buy a bocce ball around here?" And I looked at him like he was crazy. Because if you have plans to play a sport, however obscure, shouldn't s

• Missing Pieces

  I am excited because tonight I host my fourth Happier Hour - a gathering of wine, women, and words. For those of you who are new here, the idea behind Happier Hours is that how we spend the hours of our days - thus our lives - matters immensely and the happier these hours are, the happier we are

• My Nanny Is Twelve

  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

• The Rules of Inheritance

  Last summer, I had the distinct privilege of reading an early copy of Claire Bidwell Smith's stunning memoir The Rules of Inheritance. Claire and I had met in this world, this blogging world, and were united by the fact that we loved to write and that we had both lost our dads to cancer. Claire ha

• Time or Space?

  Last weekend, Husband and I were in Napa for a wedding. And I hope to devote an entire post to that wedding because it was absolutely lovely and I have a few good stories to tell. But today. Today, I will tell you about our drive from the hotel to the airport on the way back. There were five

• On Being Naked

  First order of business: Thank you. For reading my admittedly very vulnerable post yesterday. To be honest, I was very scared to publish those words. Scared to put myself out there. Before publishing, I read those words to Husband and he said to go for it. That those words were honest and raw an

• 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

• Got Milk?

  It's a typical morning. I'm awake, in pajamas, sipping coffee, soaking up a new day. Husband is scrambling eggs. The girls are hiding tiny dinosaurs in the creases of our couch. I'm at my computer. While checking email, a message pops up from a good friend. I have a question, she says. S

• Through the Tangle

  I can't remember what day it was because the days are all blending together at this point, but on whatever day it was, I took a walk. Because I needed to. Because something in me felt stuck and stifled and I needed to feel air. I didn't have much time because the baby needed to eat soon, but I h

• The Blue Sky

  I never get tired of the blue sky. Vincent Van Gogh The sky. Sometimes, if we are lucky, it's a brilliant, rebellious blue. If you are tired, or confused, or lost, if you are full of doubts or questions or words that won't yet budge, look up and lose yourself there. Recharge. Works better tha