Walk the line

I stood at my back door after a stressful morning drop-off with my kids. I had been 1 minute shy of another tardy slip and so I raced to get my daughter to school on time and she made it. But it was tense. Anxiety seeped out from me; it was palpable. My kids felt it. It wasn't ...

Pardon Me

As I am supposed to be doing a lot of things, like posting this week's Together, Ever After story, writing all about our amazing experience with the iLove Photobooth Team for our Mischief Night party last weekend, (because...I mean... it was OFF THE HOOK.) But, alas, check it: The 2 important things to note in the status above: I am home with ...

Half Birthday.

My, my, my, how things have changed. I was just reading through my archives, as I sometimes do, and came across this post from exactly 5 years ago this week. It was about my half birthday. Yes, because back then, evidently, my half birthday was still something post-worthy. I will also say that I was celebrating my 25.5 year ...

May #birchbox

Yesterday, besides dancing around and singing about Camp and having the deepest conversations ever with my 5-year-old, I got to enjoy a few other things. I had a most fabulous date with a dear old friend, whom I just happened to have met recently, I got to watch my favorite Real Housewives city (New York. ...

Pinterest.

There is this thing on the internet that all of my friends use; And by friends, I mean everyone. It's called Pinterest. J has been trying to get me to join for years and I finally just took the plunge. I have 1 board, 3 pins and 0 followers. It actually took me 10 minutes to figure out ...

That which is ours.

I am a Jewish girl who loves Christmas. I don't think I am particularly unique. I do not have a tree in my house, nor do we celebrate in any religious way. My child attends a Jewish preschool at a Synagogue. But Christmas is just the best. It's CHRISTMAS! I have gotten to experience true Christmas twice in my life: The ...

“In Our Time” and on my night table.

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” -T.S. Eliot, one of my favorites. Last night before bed I scanned my night table for my glasses, and took a minute to note what I keep there, next to me, ...

Clue?

This evening, as my bestie was getting ready to leave after an afternoon of just hanging with the kids, she called to me in the kitchen, where i was cooking steak and putting away the entire drawer of tupperware that the baby had emptied. "There's a crime scene in here!" she called. And there it was. Right before ...