Old School Posts

• Name My Baby

  I am pregnant with my third girl. Many of you know this. Some of you might not. Fine. I am six months along and staring down the final three months of what is likely my final pregnancy. Time is flying. I know that is a cliche and I know that as a writer and as a person, it is advisable to avoid

• This Makes Me Sad

  These days, I bill it as research.  But in all honesty, I (like so many of you) am curious about the existential plight of others.  Why?  Because it sheds light on my own.  And, ultimately, on what it means to be human. So, every now and then, I log onto TruUConfessions and read strangers' an

• The Gift of Ruin

  This weekend, I saw Eat, Pray, Love with Mom, Sister C, and Sister T. Admittedly, I had read only the first fifteen pages of Elizabeth Gilbert's memoir from which the film is adapted (Toddler was a wee one then and I didn't have an abundance of free time), but still I was excited to see it. The

• Your First Pigtails

  We put your hair in pigtails for the first time yesterday. And you looked cute, impossibly so. But you also looked immediately older, your blue eyes suddenly wise. You looked up at me, and furrowed your brow, and in that moment I saw your sisters, both of them. And I saw the future. A bright fut

• The Box Trot

  For those of you who were worried, I made it to Monday :) Sunday blues, begone.  Today is a new day.  An exciting one. Maybe I am a nerd (very likely).  Or maybe I crave an escape from my day-to-day (yup).  Or maybe I miss the law a teensy bit (not so sure about that one).  Or maybe I tak

• Itty-Bitty Ivy Leaguers?

  I'll give you a moment to stop laughing. (Or crying.) And calm down. I don't know this little pint-sized prepster to the left. Though he does look suspiciously like a few of the frat guys with whom I went to college. You know - the ones who lived in casually rumpled button downs and creased khaki

• In Between

  Over the long weekend, Husband and I took the girls to visit Grammy and Dad-Dad in the Philly suburbs. As always, the girls had a blast, running wild in the green grass, soaking up the sun and the doting affection of their grandparents. One night, after the girls were tucked away in bed, Husband

• Sand and Snacks

  Toddler started summer camp at her future preschool this week. So far so good. Sending her to this camp makes me feel like a very good parent. Why? Because camp takes place in the very room where Toddler will attend school in the fall. Same cubbies. Same little tables and chairs. Same puzzles. Sa

• Your Road

  We can't reach old age by another man's road. Mark Twain Do you ever feel like you are walking another person's road? Do you ever think you are just putting one foot in front of the other because the path is pretty and well-paved? Do you ever wonder how you got there, on that road, that road f

• Swinging Into September

  “It Don't Mean a Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing...” Duke Ellington September. It's a good month. A month of beginning. A month where life swerves from sunny to crisp. When school begins. Not just for kids. For all of us. Because we never really graduate, do we? No. We are always learning