PART ONE: Before the trip I studied. I researched. Planned. I ordered a baby bed that weighs 11 pounds and has a backpack carrying case. I downsized our stroller and car seats. I packed everything for a family of four for a week into one suitcase. I calculated how many pairs of jeans a 5-year-old… Continue reading NYC: The Playground Tour
I sat on my Aunt’s bed as she brought item after item out of her closet. They were beautiful. Silks and linens, wool, designer prêt à porter. She laid them out, pile upon pile. “When did you last wear it?” I asked. I remember her facial expressions. I wasn’t sure if she was going to… Continue reading Simple Lovely
I had kissed him goodbye and put him on a plane. We’d be apart for a month, and although I know so many couples experience time apart, we never really had and I was scared. I wasn’t alone, I had family around helping, but strangely I felt alone. The right side of the bed empty, alone. The baby is crying and I’ve got to do this, alone. I’m feeling lonely, alone.
I leapt when I started this blog, this space to put words and thoughts. I knew it would be difficult, a time suck, a free therapist, and a home for my random thoughts. I was excited. I was scared. I still am. But when I began I hadn’t a clue just how difficult it would… Continue reading On Inconsistency