a label that pulls cleanly off the glass jar a load of laundry where every sock has a match a bag of rice that empties perfectly into the jar a finished row of stitches…
James makes soup. It looks anemic, but I do not say so. I submerge spoonfuls of olive oil-soaked parsley. I squeeze in more lemon juice and watch flaky salt melt into the golden marbled…
Time is running out. Conversational seating to disappear on subways. Time to shop. Which owl is the largest owl? Terrible News! [NOT SPAM] Ducks arrive in fantastic feathers. New Request from your Bookkeeper. Your…
I’ve been listening lately, to the voices of my children recounting their school days and to the protestations of my lower back when I forget to do my exercises and to the leaves that…
I skipped making a list for July but a year after daydreaming about it, we loaded up an old station wagon with duffle bags and bumped along dirt roads. We put up a tent…
It already feels like full-on summer around here, but the roses remind us of the month it is. Across the street an elderly neighbor has been tending to her immodest beauties. I’ve yet to…
Last night the kids went to bed early. Relatedly, they were sweaty haired and grubby toed and baths are overrated. James and I made a valiant effort to take advantage of our exhausted children…
Yesterday we went to skip inside a gigantic balloon made from used plastic bags. We walked along a soggy Highline afterward. We split chocolate chip cookies and showed off our jumping skills for patient…
Our two older kids played outside in the courtyard, unattended, for two hours before dinner yesterday. They were joined by neighbor friends and the hours passed with only minor injury to either body or…
I have an email in my inbox calling me an eco-warrior. I should write back to say I know nothing about war. Last night I toasted red pepper flakes and forgot them in the…