It’s been two years since I last wrote about making a concerted effort to read more books. At the time of my first post, Faye was just a bit more than two and I…
I’ve spent a lot of time worrying about how to go about writing this post. But the points that I need to make are really absurdly simple: + White women benefit from, and uphold,…
Bear with me. One more morning habit that needed shifting: I’m not the baker in our house, generally speaking, but on a weekend morning in the fall and winter, mixing a batch of hearty…
Well, really, eat a better breakfast. I’ve already written about my need for slow mornings. I’m not a hop-out-of-bed-and-sit-down-for-breakfast kind of person. I need a slow cup of coffee, and more than a few…
I’m a morning person. A slow, leisurely kind of morning person. A morning person who doesn’t want to be rushed out of bed. I’ll pad to the bathroom bright and early, but my goodness,…
If you’re reading this on the day of publication then we’re likely either chugging along the Connecticut shoreline en route to my parents’ house—or else we’re running like maniacs through the corridors of Grand…
We’re spending the week at my mom and dad’s house and even though I’m spending a lot of my time hiding out in my dad’s office trying to get my work done, I’m taking…
Last week, I was on my way home from a morning meeting when I was met with a sudden urge for an iced coffee. I’d walked that very same stretch of Delancey Street ten…
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…
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…