Old School Posts

• Pine Flu

  We got our Christmas tree yesterday. Our timing was impeccable. Just as we got the girls piled in the monstrosity that is our double stroller, it started to rain. Not to be deterred, we headed to our favorite purveyor of pine. The one in front of the Natural History Museum. We were very decisive

• Decades & Dreams

  I didn't sleep much last night. I was up late, very late, perusing pass pages, pages that are due back to my editor today. I sat there, studying words, this time mine, soaking in classical Christmas music and the past. Classical music because it inspires, but does not distract. The past because

• I'm Not Sure I Should Tell You This

  I did many things during my winter break from blogging. Like take a pregnancy test. What? No, Anyone Who Cares in the Slightest. I am not pregnant. But for about thirty-six hours in the recent past, I was convinced that I was. While Project Number Three is a hot topic of conversation t

• Snuggles & Snowflakes: Toddler Is Three

  {Too Cool for School: Toddler sporting her "bat coat," Mickey Mouse shades, "leather" leggings, and trendy Uggs on a crisp fall day in Central Park.} Dear Toddler, Well, this is a week late. But you are three. Three whole years old. One week ago, I was curled up in bed fighting fever. My c

• All You Need Is Nachos

  Every now and then, we take a break from talking about the big things. Adult things. Family. Career. Real Estate. Morality. Mortality. Economy. Politics. Every now and then, we shove these serious things to the side, and talk about less consequential things. Like our favorite foods. Whenever any

• I Need Your Advice

  I need your advice on something. That something? Advice. So, yes. I need your advice on advice. I'm not sure whether you've noticed this, but I try not to give advice on this blog. I do not publish promising posts telling you how to streamline your soul, or declutter your existential closet,

• What I Remember

  Today, my mind is muddled. Caught between the fictional world of LIFE AFTER YES and the real world of my life. Today, the rain has fallen furiously. Today, I am oddly nostalgic for days past. For a while, I couldn't figure out why. But as the day went on, it became clearer. There have been at lea

• Why I'm Nauseous

  Calm down. I'm not pregnant. I was at the gym yesterday, spinning furiously on the elliptical, savoring the delicious dregs of Hyatt Bass's debut novel THE EMBERS, when my BlackBerry buzzed. Ever the modern multi-tasker, I folded the page down in my book, slowed my stride, and checked my messages

• I Was Hacked

  If you tried to come by this neck of the bloggy woods yesterday before noon, your screen looked like the one above. White. Empty. Sad. Oh, but if you squinted and looked up top there was a lonely line of text, a clue. Buried in there was a single word. An ugly one. Hacked. Yup, that's right.

• Dad

  This is Dad.  He was known to the rest of the world as Strachan Donnelley and to his grandchildren as Potsie.  But to me, he will always be Dad. Not my Dad. Not my father. Just Dad. Plain and simple.  Just like he was.  Kind of. Okay, not really. Dad died (or as he would say turfed it) last