Old School Posts

• Being & Bleeding

  Vocations which we wanted to pursue, and didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence. Honore De Balzac Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if I was still practicing law. If I was still clicking away in marble corridors between conference rooms. If I was still wearing pinstri

• On Freedom & Motherhood (Happy Birthday, Mom.)

  {A third daughter with her third daughter. Mom - you were the first to point this out.} A mother who is really a mother is never free. Honore de Balzac Mom. I sit here listening to Leontyne Price which of course reminds me of Christmas. And home. I sit here trying to think of things to sa

• Be Heard

  Husband and I walked through the park to meet friends for dinner. We took our time, zigzagging, looking around. The air was deliciously damp, hinting at rain. We held hands, swinging them between us. And we talked. About little things and big, bartering ideas and hopes and fragments of dreams. I

• Bulldog Bliss

  This weekend I went back to Yale for my tenth college reunion. We went back. To that beautiful campus. To those beautiful years. We logged many hours reminiscing and reconnecting under a vast white tent on Old Campus. The weekend was stuffed with familiar faces and rich conversations and

• 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

• Getting Ready. Getting Real.

  Six weeks. Not a lot of time. The fog of denial is slowly lifting. Time to get ready. (Are we ever ready?) We pull all the clothes out of storage. Dump them out on the white floor of what will be her room. I sit there, sifting through. Creating piles. According to size. And category. C

• Fertile Thoughts

  It's Wednesday. My day with the girls. Yesterday was a bit of a beast. It started with a bris and it ended with a PA meeting at Preschool. In between, there was a music class and a lunch and a construction meeting and coffee with friends. Oh, and a flurry of solicited opinions on the new title o

• Ha

  I just got a fortune that said: You would make a good lawyer. 

• The Luxury of Being Lost

  Two weeks from today, my debut novel Life After Yes hits shelves. I tell you this because, yes, I have plunged into that filthy pool of shameless self-promotion. (Ick.) But I also tell you this because this incontrovertible fact, the close proximity of publication, is affecting me. (Translati

• The Chase

  As I type these words, my fingers are tingling and my palms are sweating. I've had these symptoms before. A lot recently. Why the sweaty tingles? Good question. And you, my friends, deserve an answer. So do I. Truth be told, I've had this tingly/sweaty thing on and off for a while now. And it