"I know words, and I love words, but I simply do not have the words to express my gratitude for this book and for all of the people who made it possible." When I wrote this in the acknowledgments of Baby Ever After, it was my way of trying to convey the deep and profound appreciation I feel in ...
Dear Kenny, As I leave the hospital, the place where both of our babies were born, and handed to us, and first fed by me, and diapered by you, I hit a sea of blue scrubs, all in different shades and tones. When I first pulled up this morning, for an early test, I thought that it would be like living out ...
"Does that stethoscope really work?" he asked, his blue, marble-like eyes widening. "Of course! I am a real doctor," I said, straightening the lab coat I had gotten made for his Halloween birthday party. I'd had it embroidered with "Meredith Grey M.D. F.A.C.S." to wear along with my scrubs, messy bun, Grey + Sloan Memorial Hospital ID badge, and converse ...
This time five years ago if you told me that I would be the published author of a book called, "Beyond the Baby Blues" (or, really, anything!) I would have (I'm sorry to say this) probably rolled my eyes at you. While I am not rude by nature, I was 37-weeks-pregnant, anxious, depressed, terrified of my ...
Over the past 26 months, there has been a central character in my life story that has not yet been properly introduced. My home. I call it my home deliberately, and not just "my house," as from the moment I walked through the doors and stood in the (then) mustard-yellow entryway, I said, "this is where I ...
A moment of calm. Not pictured, the gathering storm clouds. In this piece, originally published via Thrive Global, I am honored to welcome a guest author to this site. I am in awe of his strength; I am moved, deeply, by his words; I am married to him. Here, I treat you to: I am a 36 Year ...
Hello, there. Nice to see you again so soon. Look. I am going to be straight up with you. This just happened: That's right. I wrote a post, the program stopped responding, quit and did not save my work. This is now a test for me; a test in brevity. In my original version of this post I went into the whole ...
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 ...
Hello! Here I am! I could write about the last couple of weeks, and how much has happened, and everything about the book the book the book, but I think that we could all use a break from the book the book the book. And I have a promise on which to make good. On New Year's Eve I ...
"There is a rose and it reminds me of you," he said. We were in the middle of a conversation, but he interrupted the rhythm of the words that were dancing from our tongues. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I am looking outside at the garden and I see a rose on the rose bush and it reminds ...
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