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brooklyn

  • my week in objects (mostly).

    1. this seaside collection. {sent from grandparents.} 2. these field finds. {and the empty snack container to put them in.} 3. this flower press (similar!). {and the four-leaf clover we put in it.} 4.…

    April 17, 2020 2 Comments
  • temp check.

    I’ve been sending temp checks to my family and friends all week, wanting to know how everyone’s faring in terms of the virus itself, but also more generally. What’s the mood? What are the…

    March 30, 2020 50 Comments
  • stories and art in uncertain times.

    Today is the first official day of distance learning for New York City Public Schools and for schools across the country. James and I have sketched out a schedule as instructed by Faye’s kindergarten…

    March 23, 2020 11 Comments
  • life in a tiny apartment.

    Tip # 186: Don’t knock it ’til you’ve stacked it. We live in New York City. And while the crumbling brownstone we call home is far from the most extreme example in this city…

    August 19, 2019 35 Comments
  • life in a tiny apartment.

    Tip #185: Tackle To-Do Lists. The past forty-eight hours have been a flurry of kid-free activity in this tiny apartment. We’ve scrubbed and scoured, dismantled and reassembled, primed and painted, sorted out old and…

    July 10, 2019 19 Comments
  • habit shift: buy nothing.

    In Brooklyn, a stoop is not just a noun, but also a verb. To “stoop” something is colloquially understood to mean the act of setting something out on a stoop, or sidewalk, with the…

    June 3, 2019 40 Comments
  • life in a tiny apartment.

    Tip #181: Daydream a little. Five years ago tomorrow, James and I got our keys from a real estate broker and shared a pizza for Valentine’s Day dinner. We sat on the floor of…

    February 13, 2019 21 Comments
  • sharp knives, fresh bread, and (good) timing.

    The notes of the grinding truck bell rang through our open windows just as I’d taken my first bite of peanut-buttery toast. Clang, clang, clang. Clang, Clang. I left my breakfast behind, sloshed my…

    September 24, 2018 13 Comments
  • borrowed words.

    The first of the neighborhood roses and these words: 1 Only now, in spring, can the place be named: tulip poplar, daffodil, crab apple, dogwood, budding pink-green, white-green, yellow on my knowing. All winter…

    May 21, 2018 5 Comments