Last night, our thirty-year-old station wagon limped into my parents’ driveway on a slowly deflating tire. By morning, the tire was fully pancaked, pitching the rusty wagon forward like an old, loyal dog nursing…
Camping was glorious and I’ve only by miracle and mild coercion managed to excavate the dirt from my children’s curling toenails. Camping was grueling and we woke up every morning to the call of…
Faye turns eight today. In fact, I’m writing these words at the very minute of the morning that I first held her tiny, bird-like body in my arms at St. Luke’s hospital. That minute…
By roughest estimation, the total number of meals I’ve fed my children to date is somewhere around 8,000. It’s a ridiculous number and surely a faulty calculation, not least of all because it fails…
This post is sponsored by Misha & Puff. Their swimwear collection launches on Tuesday, June 29th, at 11 AM EDT. In the summertime my kids tend to be up with the birds and down…
Summer is upon us and while I always picture long days of my kids lazing around and slurping watermelon juice from their arms and amusing themselves with nothing more than chalk and bubble wands,…
It’s been steamy in Brooklyn this week. Steamy and sweaty with sun that forces you off your regular route in search of shade. The hydrangeas have started poking their way out from between wrought…
After years of idly daydreaming about ferrying our family around on a cargo bike, last summer we chanced our way into actually owning one. We were up early one morning, groggily grousing about our…
Adding glow-in-the-dark stars to the ceiling above your bed feels like something of a childhood rite of passage. Faye has been begging to take the leap for weeks, but I felt reluctant to buy…
James gave me an olive tree for Christmas. A peace offering, maybe. Or an assurance that despite the wreck of a year that we’ve had, we can care for something together and watch it…