Old School Posts

• Life of the Party

  Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you. Ralph Waldo Emerson Sunday was Baby's second birthday party. We planned it for late afternoon so as not to interfere with naps of friends. We left home a bit early and walked there. Baby had a skip to her step. Toddler was a happy campe

• On Getting Older

  Some things we can debate until we are Bulldog blue in the face. But some things are pure fact. One such thing? That with each passing moment, minute, and month, we are getting older. When we are young, getting older seems only a good thing. A goal. But when we become adults, when we start pa

• Bad News Bagel

  This morning, Toddler was hungry. And like a good mom, I was on it! I surveyed the fridge and concluded that expired condiments, however varied and cleverly combined, would not make for an appropriate breakfast. "Want a bagel?" I asked. Her blue eyes lit up and she crooned a singsong, "Yes

• The Clutter Stutter

  {This is not our place. Our messes are legendary, but not this bad. Usually. And, no, I'm not making fun of stutters. Just commenting on my fragmented conversation with myself, on the domestic paralysis that grips me sometimes.} I love our apartment. It is beautiful and unique and ours. But t

• Happy Birthday, Ivy League Insecurities!

  Alas, here I am breaking my absolutely-no-blogging-on-weekends mandate. And for very good reason. One year ago today, I started this blog. I had zero clue what I was doing, but that didn't deter me. I sat down. At this desk. At this computer. And I wrote. I wrote my inaugural post called

• Too Many Treats?

  Last week, Middle Girl contracted Pink Eye. When I told her we had to go to the doctor to get checked out, she was not happy. Unlike her big sis who happens to adore visiting the pediatrician, Middle Girl is decidedly not a fan. That said, she was a brave babe and we went. Our visit was quick an

• 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

• Having Some

  Toddler: "Where's Mommy?" Nanny: "She's working now, but you'll see her after your nap." Toddler: "Then I wanna nap now." On big writing days, I spend a lot of time outside the house. Because if I were home, Toddler would sit on my lap the whole time and pound away on my keyboard. And that

• Wanting & Wishing (Out Loud)

  In the next five years... I hope to publish at least two more novels. Stories that are quirky and crisp and loved. I hope to have at least one more child. A child who is healthy and happy and embraced by big sisters. I hope that Mom finds love. Love that is not a replacement, never a re

• All Belly!

  From the front, not so scary. Just that telltale roundness on either side. The hand, properly placed, provides better perspective. There is indeed a baby in there. From the side? Wow. Apologies if this startles you. Truth be told, it startles me. Because that is a big belly. I thin