I know a lot of you have questions about how we get our two kids to sleep—for the LOVE OF GOD—in a tiny apartment. More on that one day soon, I promise. But in…
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The bruise is spreading like a slowly blooming jellyfish across my left hip. Dark purple and bright blue and blurry at the edges. It’s tender to the touch and my blue jeans put more…
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When crouched in a chilly coffee shop, my toes slowly turning to frozen stubs, I fantasize about the hazy white tile steam room at the YMCA in our neighborhood. In case you’re picturing something fancy,…
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Writing about a natural hair routine in the lifestyle realm feels a bit like pandering. Everyone wants a foolproof fix and so there are roughly one million blog posts convincing people that their particular…
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The leaves outside of our apartment window has been reminding me of this same time, last year. I usually relish this kind of memory marking. What was I doing the last time the leaves…
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I’ve said before that I’m no journaler. But list writer? Yes. Goal writer-downer? Definitely. Resolutions? Not-for-the-New-Year-only. Does the start of a new school year get me hankering to buy a fresh new notebook, just because? Yes…
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Shifting habits is hard. Getting them to stick is harder still. Sometimes you write long well-intentioned blog posts about your renewed energy to go on daily walks and it’s not until a year has…
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By this stage, leaving the house with a reusable shopping tote feels as second nature as leaving the house with my keys and my phone. I carry an extra grocery bag in my work bag…
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I’m just a little less than two weeks from turning thirty-three. Yes, I’m feeling old. And vain. Enter sunscreen. It’s no newsflash that I should be wearing it. Skin cancer rates are startling. The…
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Spring is always pretty fitful around here. There are blazing hot summery days where it feels as if the whole of Brooklyn is trying to find shade under the same young trees in the park,…