Old School Posts

• Quitting Is Delicious

  Earlier this week, I wrote a heartfelt post on quitting, on how we should not rush to judge people who quit ostensibly good things. Like, say, diets. Well, we all knew it wouldn't last. At least I did. I guess it's possible that some of you out there had a pinch more faith in me. That's right.

• Too Close

  Last night, Husband and I went to the movies. We saw Whip It, an uplifting and enjoyable film set in a small town in Texas about navigating girlhood via the high-octane world of roller derby. Husband and I arrived at the theater a bit late and we were forced to sit in the second row. For two hou

• Happier Hours!

  There are twenty-four hours in each day. There are 168 hours in each week. There are 8736 hours in each year. There are, on average, 672,672 hours in each lifetime. So what? The so what here matters. Our days, our weeks, our years, our lives, are made up of hours. And how we spend these ho

• Before Goodness & White Chocolate

  Toddler and I went on a date last week. She had been sick the night before with a whopping 104 fever, but miraculously woke up the next morning with no fever at all. To be safe, I kept her home from school. I emailed her Preschool teacher and said she'd be home that day and her teacher reminded me

• Are You a Screamer?

  Calm down, naughty ones. This is a PG post. I needed stamps. Desperately. Why, you ask? Because I just got a very kind, but firm email from the head of Toddler's camp/school reminding me to pay my overdue tuition bill. Great. Way to make a stellar first impression! Dutifully, I wrote a check, stu

• Second Chances

  My older sister is in town with her family. In a little while, we will all congregate at Mom's. The kids will do kid things like watch Diego and chase each other around that big wooden dining table I ate at as a girl. They will scamper and squeal. We adults will do adult things like talk and deb

• Know Your Nanny

  Guess I look pretty trustworthy. Because the following thing happened to me yesterday. I sat at my little table in the back of my Starbucks (don't you love how I'm getting possessive of a mega-chain coffee store?) and a nanny pushed a stroller up to my table and left it with me (without asking) w

• The 6pm Post?

  I am posting this at 6pm on Thursday, March 29. As a bit of an experiment. I'm big on experiments these days. * So. I had this idea. And I wanted to run it by you guys. Those of you who have been reading know that I have embarked upon an existential experiment of sorts: a Year Without Wine.

• Thanksgiving Treasures

  Apologies in advance for this post. I am not sure it will make perfect sense. Or any sense at all. You see, Baby, our champion sleeper, decided to rise at 4:45am. And since we are all sharing a bedroom, her decision affected us all. So, our Thanksgiving got off to an early start. And coffee can

• Broken Hearts

  “The heart is the only broken instrument that works.” T. E. Kalem I think I broke a heart once. I can't be sure. I never asked. But in my own heart, my today heart, pulsing and pacing, running and racing, I know. I know I hurt someone. I think I had my heart broken once. I can't be sur