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A Mother.

In a little over a month, my newborn baby will, quite miraculously, be having her second birthday. I know. it makes no sense. It actually confuses me. It hit me yesterday, at school, when a colleague and friend of mine was kissing and cooing over my daughter. And my daughter was answering her, calling her by her ...

Best. Note. Ever.

Found this on my way into my parents' house on Sunday. (We were sitting for the pups.) This note tickled me. My dad knows me so well. Oh, and did you catch his reference to Tuesday night's dinner? He was planning a Boys Night, with an extensive and oh-so-manly menu. But, alas, one of the men fell ill and so ...

She’s a bad mama (pa)jama.

Watching my kid as she dances around the living room, belting out "Oh Yoko", while wearing her footsie pjs and a faux leopard hat, I know that his memory most certainly is a blessing.

March Forth

Hey, what else can we do now Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair Well the night's bustin' open, these two lanes will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back, heaven's waiting down ...

(The Big) Apple-y Ever After

Scenes from our little visit to our little sis: We have arrived/sister's turf/brunch/new meaning to "Bar of Soap"/a sweet little package/beautiful day in the neighborhood/Seals!/visiting an old favorite/my selection/a Barcelona flashback/The End (Not pictured: An Anderson Cooper sighting/home fries and hugs with a dear friend/millions of baby and babysister moments)

So, this happened today. (!!!!)

Now this is a milestone that I can get behind. And it is also further proof of that whole apple and tree thing I've heard so much about. Which reminds me. I have a story to share with you. And I'd totally tell it to you now, but there are some fierce dress-up clothes that are just a-callin' my ...

Where ma girls at?

Preludes and Words.

I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. My favorite line from a favorite poem, Preludes by T.S. Eliot. I remember when I first read this poem. This line took my breath away, then. Tonight, it made me cry. *** It was the summer after ...

The greatest things.

Today, I experienced two of the greatest things. First, I saw this: (image via) and it was like all of the stars aligned into the world's most extraordinary moment. Nothing so perfect could actually exist, surely. My mom and I watched the Les Miz Flash Mob from last night's episode of "It's a Brad Brad World" with our ...

#febphotoaday/28

28. Money A 7-year-old bottle of Essie Nailpolish in Castaway. purchased at the fabulous El Corte Ingles. In Barcelona. With Euros. European Monday. And, seven years later, when I catch a glimpse of this color on my toes I am brought back to Placa Catalunya, to the Barca Spring, walking in my Espadrilles and becoming a big girl. And, seven years later, the polish ...