I wrote this piece on Thursday, August 17, on the day when a van drove down La Rambla and into human beings; the day of a brutal attack. It was too fresh to post that day, and so I am publishing it now, a few days later, with no less heaviness in my heart. The photo above ...
“Friendship. It’s complicated,” I wrote, in my piece about "Thirteen Reasons Why", echoing Hannah Baker’s own words. In that particular post I highlighted some of the hardest aspects of life, and so I wanted to revisit this notion and to explain—on a deeper level—how I feel. Friendship, when you are an adult, can be both essential and ...
When it comes to my tribe, I am so lucky. I have said it before and I will say it again. I feel so grateful that my best friends, with whom I speak to regularly, send me texts saying, "You NEED to publish a new episode of the podcast! I miss your voice!" They know my stories. They do hear my ...
Depending on how long you have been hanging around here in the land of mom, you may know that I have written extensively about the fact that both of my children wear glasses, and they have since they were each one year old. #overachievers In case you are new, or you need a refresher, let me get you ...
#youwillbefound I saw the above hashtag written on a sign on the merch booth as I wove my way through the lower level of The Music Box Theatre, eager to get back to my seat before the start of "Dear Evan Hansen", Broadway's most celebrated new musical. As I tiptoed to my seat, the anticipation building, I noticed ...
It has been such a strange time, in the whole wide world, and in ours. It is too hard to write about the former, and it is too hard to write about the latter, so I will just tell you about yesterday. Yesterday was K's birthday! We celebrated by waking him up with cuddles and singing. But, then, real life stepped in. ...
I can still remember the day. It was Thanksgiving, 2010, and my daughter was seven-months-old. We had given her a bagel to gnaw on for the very first time and she played happily on the floor of our small, quaint living room in our little, first house. And then, snowflakes started to dance from the sky and ...
This is a post about mugs. Yes, you read that correctly. More accurately, I guess, this is a story about mugs. I've recently published some heavy stuff on here, and though I always like to share the parts of life that are hardest (about "what hurts" as my main main Hemingway has advised)-- --and sometimes I simply post because I am fortunate ...
On October 24, my son--my precious, strong boy--turned three. I am so proud of the little person he has become. My son knows what he wants in this world and he fights for it (even if that is the entire box of MOREOS! NOW!) He is incredibly kind and he loves his family deeply... but no one compares to his big ...
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