Old School Posts

• Island Living

  I need your advice. Your thoughts. Your take. What do you do when you see that sheen of sadness in the eyes of someone you encounter or know or love? What do you do when pain is palpable through a shifting glance or a strained smile? What do you do when faced with a cracked voice and cryptic

• A Good Friday

  Once upon a time, I foolishly believed that with time came answers. That the years would pile up, one by one, and that I'd know more, understand more, have a clearer picture of self and world. Not so. Today is Good Friday. It is also a plain old good Friday. Because I am with my girls. Nan

• And Then She Ate An Eyeball

  Okay, she didn't eat a human eyeball. This wasn't Survivor. Just a rip-roaring Saturday night out on the good town. But pictures of Branzino balls? Not so pretty. And I would have and should have at least posted a picture of a discrete stand-alone eyeball because this might be sending the wro

• 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

• New Yorkistan

  Source: mairakalman.com via Gretchen on Pinterest Okay, so see The New Yorker cover above? We have a poster of it framed in the big girls' room. It sits on the white dresser in between their beds. I love it. Because I am a New Yorker and so are they. Little New Yorkers. What I also love is th

• Dear Jimmy

  Dear Jimmy, You are a troublemaker already. Tucked inside C's belly, kicking and punching and turning somersaults, keeping her in NYC while the rest of us are fly-fishing miles away. And we wish your Mommy and Daddy were here with us now, catching fish, taking in the views, eating cheese curds.

• A Rotten Day of Writing

  Yesterday? It was not fun. It was not fun because I sat at my desk all day long trying to write and I wrote nothing. That's not entirely true. I wrote a few words here and there. And then I deleted them. And then I opened new documents and took notes. And then I did some research. And then I tri

• Good for Kris. But What About Katy?

  Talk about the American Dream. In the event that you've been living under a big fat rock, 23-year-old Arkansas cutie Kris Allen (think: Justin Timberlake meets John Mayer) won season 8 of American Idol last night. And it seems that Kris was just as shocked as the rest of us were. Yes, his r

• Watching Them

  We went on a "Spring Break adventure" yesterday to the Central Park Zoo. It was a glorious sun-drenched day. I took a lot of pictures because I have fallen in love with photography, and because I love nothing more than capturing moments with my girls. This shot is probably my favorite of the bun

• Where Are They Going?

  Each day is a walking away. But it is also a walking toward. And so. Instead of thinking: They are leaving me, step by step. I try to wonder: Where are they going? And then I imagine. Big things.