James grew up with an Italian mama with a particular prowess for pasta dinners and I promise you there are weeks when I have to remind him that one cannot subsist on pasta alone.…
There have been a lot of ramblings around these city streets lately. Faye’s a happy little traveler, grasping the little wooden ring I tied to her stroller and taking in the sights with wide…
If watching other people’s home videos wasn’t the world’s most boring activity, I’d subject you to the videos that my parents took of our family trips. Four girls and two relentlessly good spirited parents…
Three days before Faye was born, James and I were at my sister Cait’s apartment for dinner. We ate spicy Indian food and everyone made guesses about when the baby would make his or…
Having a baby in the summer is wonderful for all kinds of reasons, but it does complicate midday beach-going a touch. There’s the blazing sun and new baby skin to navigate, not to mention…
Our kitchen is fine. In fact, it’s more than fine. It’s spacious as far as tiny apartment kitchens go. There are new cabinets and marble countertops and there’s a gas range and a dishwasher…
If there’s one thing that nursing a tiny infant affords you, it’s plenty of forced downtime. And while I admit to sometimes whiling away this time trolling instagram for longer than I should, generally,…
I’m a creature of habit. If you’ve been reading these tea leaves for awhile, you know this. I relish in creating rhythms and routines, but in general it doesn’t take much for me to…
Any moment now the linden trees in Brooklyn are going to open and shower the streets in their sweet scent. When that happens, I’ll be ready with a pair of pruners and a bike…
After yesterday’s post about my sleepless night, I’ve got sleep and bedrooms on my mind. While my nighttime dreams may be lackluster lately, my daydreams have been as active as ever. I’ve been scheming…