Old School Posts

• Why Is This So Hard For Me?

  (Warning: This is a whiny one. Wah.) I head to Chicago today to see Sister N and her family and to meet her brand new baby boy. Chickie (his awesome alias) entered this fine world exactly a week ago and after some internal debate and bloggy banter here on the virtue and vice of advice-giving

• Dear Skin

  Dear Skin, I know it's a lot to ask after three decades, but now would be a good time to thicken a bit. You see, I've recently started a blog called ILI. And blogging = putting a small percentage of myself and my words out there. And many people out there like it, but some people seem to hate i

• 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

• Just Relax

  Easier said than done. For me at least. But I like a challenge. I like to be good at things. So I have vowed to try. How to escape the self-induced grind? The go-go-go mentality of modern motherhood-plus? How to escape my ponderous existence and embrace frivolity? Celebrity gossip of course! So,

• My Mother's Day

  Honestly, it's been a rough couple of days for reasons I don't have the energy to go into now. Things are fine, but I'm particularly anxious and exhausted this morning. But yesterday? My Mother's Day? It was stunning and simple and just what I needed. Husband hung with the three girls and let me

• Broccoli & Cheetos (a.k.a. My Life)

  Husband and I went out for dinner last night with friends who were in from Chicago. We went to the delectable Park Avenue Autumn (restaurant changes name and decor every season which is way cool if you ask me. Oh, and this gastronomical haven is owned by a fellow Dalton alum. Go Tigers!) It was

• The Sandwich of Time

  Does the title of this post have you a bit worried? (Me too.) A bit skeptical? (Yup.) A bit concerned that I have taken my sordid affair with Mr. Metaphor too far? (Could be. But all's fair in love and war, right?) Time is a sandwich. The sandwich of our lives. We have no choice but to taste

• In Defense of the Bachelor

  After two more sullen and serious truth-laden posts, I am in the mood for something light. You too? Good deal. Confession: I watch The Bachelor. Go ahead and pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, that you are above trashy television, but I know better. We all need a little junk from

• Seeing Pink

  This is not another post about Middle Girl, my newly-minted three-year-old and her pesky penchant for pink. No. It's about something a bit more serious and sad than that. On Monday, Sister C emailed me the link to a blog post, a beautifully written and absolutely wrenching blog post by Megan

• Digital Detox?

  I will keep this short because Husband and the girls are in the living room savoring some morning cartoons along with a vast bowl of fresh berries. And I want to be with them. But instead. Instead, I am here. Writing words. Asking questions. Blogging. I am doing this because I love to do this, y