Old School Posts

• Roots & Wings

  “There are two lasting bequests we can give our children: One is roots, the other is wings.” Hodding Carter

• Guys' Night

  {This is ONE BIG BEER, huh? Yummy Yuck. I've never been much of a beer person. But this is not remotely the point of the post. It's just that as I was writing the post and circumnavigating that actual point, I couldn't stop looking at the vast mug of beer up there and thinking how it is blisteri

• Jellybeans or Jesus?

  Tomorrow is Easter Sunday.  And I'm down to the wire. This morning, my two-year-old daughter and I sat in the window seat of our kitchen watching delivery men zoom by on the street below, listening to the rain pound the air conditioner. As I chugged my second cup of coffee and she munched Specia

• The Importance of Instinct

  5:48am. Tuesday. February 21. Starbucks. I sit here. It is still dark outside. And in here; the barista has not yet turned on the overheads. I sit here. And my mind does its little dance, its morning jig. I am one sip into my venti and more confused than ever. This confusion, this sense of

• Sweet Relief

  As some of you have probably picked up on, I've had a bit of a hard time since Little Girl's arrival. I don't know why but I expected that since we had done this twice before, this third go at parenthood would be a bit of a breeze. I anticipated the sleeplessness and the hurricane of hormones an

• Pee Time

  After a couple of heavier posts, I am in the mood to laugh. Are you? Yes? Good. What about peeing? Are you in the mood to do that too? Hope so. In general, I aim to be a lady on this blog. To that end, I do my best to avoid profanity, vulgarity, and discussion of bodily fluids. In this instan

• Feather Report

  If you are craving a heavy, hearty post full of philosophical flavor and existential spice, pick another cyber cafe now. Because I've spent all week editing my book manuscript, inhaling countless literary calories, and I am positively stuffed. So I'm in the mood for a dainty, superficial snack.

• The True Harvest

  “The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched” Henry David Thoreau This weekend, Husband and I took the girls to the farm. To the Fall Harvest Festival at Green Chimneys, a place dear to me about which I have written before

• Ten Months Today

  Double digits, kid. Ten months. How is this possible? Just yesterday, you were curled into the nook of my arm, eyelids fluttering, a beautiful little bobble-head. And now. Now you are scooting and standing and doing that sniffy smile. Now you are opening and closing your tiny fist, waving hello,

• Husbands Are Like Fires

  Husbands are like fires. They go out when unattended. Zsa Zsa Gabor What kind of attention are we (or is Zsa Zsa) talking about here? Sexual? Spiritual? Emotional? Existential? Does this mean asking about his day, his dreams, his doubts? Does this mean cooking dinner? What really does this mean