The Beach Edition: And we'll never ever ever ever ever leave each other.
2 stories.
When I was a Sophomore in college, I found myself on a weekend trip to a small and beautiful town in the Mid Hudson River Valley of New York. Since I was a child, I've spent weekends exploring similar places, first by my parents' insistence (they loved nothing more than spending a weekend at an ...
Good Vibrations
In recent weeks, I have had the privilege of watching as my daughter's obsession with music has soared to new heights. She sings along to the radio. She writes her own songs ("Sunglasses. I want sunglassES on right NOW. Doggie wears sunglassES TOO. Mommy, sunglassES! Wear sunglassES to Zeydie's offICE!") She plays notes on the piano in time and turns ...
To my original little girl,
my sister: Today, you graduated from Graduate School with your Master's degree and I could not be more proud. As you are about to start your first job, a real job, an amazing job, I can't help but to gasp as I realize you are now grown up. The hours we spent in your little, pink Laura Ashley bedroom, playing hairdresser as "Sherry Shamu" ...
Time may change me…
So, rock 'n' rollers, do you hear it? ...the sound of us making some ch-ch-changes, yet again. And while I'm so happy about all of the new and exciting opportunities being afforded to us, they also make me nervous. (The audible "it" I mentioned above could also be a reference to the sound of my jaw clenching at night. ...
BEST.
From my sister, on Mom's Day: She knows me. She knows me best.
Oh Happy (Mother’s) Day.
Oh happy day, indeed. In the 23 months since I first began keeping this "baby book", I have worked towards defining what it means to be a mother. From scary moments to celebration, dance parties to dress-up dates, these small snapshots fit together to paint a cubist picture of a concept that is so precious, so dynamic, so colorful that it is ...
So, it’s bedtime,
and the little one has been washed and brushed and lotioned and jammied. But, as we were heading towards the bedroom, the finish line, she heard music playing from downstairs. And she perked up. "Dance party, please, mommy?" She wants to have a dance party with me. She said please. Now how can I argue with that? So, I guess tonight we will have a different kind ...
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 ...
Because it’s her day o’ birth and all…
I figured I should dig these up from the ol' archives. The Birth Story, as told in 5 Chapters. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5–A Happy Ending Read 'em and weep, folks. Read 'em and weep.
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