Not enough

The photo above was taken last month at Ludlow House, on the Lower East Side, for my sister's pub day party. It shows a little bit of sparkle. And makeup. And the cool updo. And glitter. Gotta get my glitter back.  *** I couldn’t have scripted this any better. This morning, I woke up and I lingered in ...

At peace

I thought of something, today. Something that I do not think you know about me: when I feel most at peace. If you were ever to ask me this question, I think that my initial, instinctual answer would be something like, "When my whole family is together under one roof, all safe and accounted for, I feel most ...

Gone Fishin’

'tis true. I know that I have been quiet this week, and it is because I have had to be. A lot has been going on, but we are OK. I promise. And as of tomorrow, we will be off...we will have gone fishin' as they say. And so, HERE is where you can find so many of my stories that ...

Living. A whole year later.

I realized, earlier today, that it has been about a year since I returned from my wriatus and began blogging again on this site with my "Hard Story", before I knew to call it that; before I even know what "it" was. For some reason I had thought that my first post back was my ...

If I don’t write, I will burst.

So, as you well know, I've been on a little wriatus. I've taken some time off the grid, and it's been nice. Certainly, I've missed chronicling my daily moments of wonder (from the quick photo snapped of a tiny tush in even tinier skinny jeans to a 2-year-old's inventive original song lyrics to the foodshots of ...