Old School Posts

• They Are Too Funny

  The big girls. That's what I call them now that we have a tiny one around. And, really, they are getting big. And funny. These creatures? They make us laugh countless times a day. And this is a breed of laughter that is violent and deep and wonderful. The kind of laughter that makes me think: Li

• Not Rich Enough

  “No man is rich enough to buy back his past.” Oscar Wilde We live in a material world. A world where wealth is sought and celebrated. A world where things are bought and brandished. A world where heads and homes grow cluttered with stuff. A world where we whisper in unison one ominous word:

• Confused

  “Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not yet understood” Henry Miller To the world, she had it all. A lot, at least. A handsome and intelligent man. Three glittering girls. A happy home. A passion for prose. And she knew this. She appreciated it. She thanked her luck

• Should We Let Toddler Decide?

  So, we are experiencing a bit of a "built-in delay" on the Happy Headache.  Apparently, demolition exposed some "existing conditions" that needed to be analyzed by a structural engineer and we are waiting on this guy's report to proceed. So, in the meantime, Husband and I accompanied our incompa

• On Blogging & Being

  It's been three weeks since the littlest Rowley arrived and I am feeling more and more like myself again. This is good. Very good. My energy is returning, my ideas are gaining momentum once more, and I am seeing things more clearly. Thank goodness. Over the weekend, when I was not feeding

• Everything Will Be Okay

  It is one of those moments. I am curled up in a bed not my own. Wrapped sloppily in scratchy wool. On my left side. It is late morning. The girls are outside playing with their father. Looking for hippos and dinosaurs. Making believe. Being kids. And I am here. There. Resting. Because I am tire

• Time & Treasures

  "We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures." Thornton Wilder _______ This is the time. To stop. To think. To rest. To realize. We all have so much. So many things. So many treasures. We also have moments. Stretched before us. Not unlim

• Sitting at Starbucks

  I've never been a Schedule Girl. I like the idea of winging it, of going with that good old flow. But I've realized that when there are three kids in the equation, being easy breezy about time is neither truly possible nor truly ideal. So. A few weeks into this new school year and I find myself

• Should We Stop Sharing?

  About a year ago, I took Toddler for a "play date" at a prospective preschool on the Upper East Side. Some of you might know that in Manhattan speak, "play date" means interview. Yes, that's right. To get into preschool, my little girl was interviewed and evaluated by teachers and administrators

• My Book Has a Cover. (And I Have Chills.)

  My book has a cover. No biggie. Please hold a moment while I scour my sweaty palms with a baby wipe and do a little happy dance in my bare feet. Okay, I am back. Totally calm. Impossibly collected. Right. To be perfectly honest (there is no such thing as perfect honesty, but I try),