This is going to be pretty brief because…well, it’s a long weekend and I want to enjoy it! My in-laws have the baby for the night and I’m going out for some drinks! Rock ‘n roll! It’s been a good Thanksgiving and I’m so grateful for so much — family,
I remember a boyfriend of mine from ages ago — the early 90s, I believe, when stiff dark blue A.P.C. jeans were super-cool and everyone read Bust and wanted to hang in the East Village before it became a haven for investment bankers trying to buy some cool-by-proximity. He once
I don’t know if it’s a post-election hangover, the shorter darker days, the creep of holiday obligations or just hormones/brain chemistry/etc. But I’ve been feeling much more down and brain-foggy and sodden with sorrow this past week. I try not to burden this space with too much struggle — but
So…you’re pregnant, and facing a nine-month span of OMG INCUBATING A SMALL HUMAN INSIDE YOURSELF. You might be relieved, freaked out, really and extremely freaked out, happy, worried, surprised, awful, scared. Whatever you feel = totally valid. Pregnancy is one of those conditions in life that runs the gamut in
I woke up the morning of November 9, 2016, feeling a pang of sadness. A hangover of the despair I felt the night before, I suppose, when I stayed up past my bedtime to wait for election results. And then my thought immediately turned to my little boy. I realized
I don’t think I’ve fully recovered from the seismically shocking political events this week, but these are the things that are bringing me some bits of brightness and cheer. The Crown. I am a begrudging, grumpy yet utterly fascinated British royalty watcher. (Well, British anything, really…total Anglophile here!) But I
Do you ever have moments when you just want to rebel against your carefully cultivated and curated self? When you look in your wardrobe at all your well-chosen basics and your wonderfully tasteful classics and staples and you’re like “ARGH I NEED SOME HOT PINK AND LEOPARD PRINT, STAT!” (Okay,
This week was chock-full of a lot of schedule anomalies: Halloween, my sister’s birthday, making the time to go vote early. My little routine was thrown off, but I tried to embrace it, using it to switch things up and keep it all a bit fresh. Sometimes things fell by
See that picture above? That was me on one of my lowest, saddest days as a new mom. No sleep for days, both of us ill, crying baby, crying mom…I felt intensely lonely and overwhelmed, convinced that my spirit and life were ruined and I would never recover. Both of
