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…
January raindrops in a quiet minute I took just for myself. And this: “I feel a certain obligation to sort of stand up and be counted as a woman who has had kids and…
This is my desk. It’s wedged into a strange spot in our apartment, next to our closet and a counter in the kitchen that I guess is supposed to house a bar stool, but…
This morning I woke up at 5 am to nurse Faye. As has become habit for me, I drowsily scanned my phone in the halflight and spotted a note from my not-so-little-anymore little sister,…
As many of you likely know, I’ve been the associate editor of Gardenista since last May. Getting to be fully entrenched in the land of gardening and working with a terrific group of editors…