Last Friday, the sun warmed my backyard after a long day of cleaning floors and dusting cabinets. I even wiped down the ceiling fans, people. At five, I got a shower and went off to pick up dinner at the pizza parlor, my weekly rendezvous. I don’t know how else to describe it, other than [...]
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The question I’ve been getting a lot this year from Mr. B is how, exactly, Santa gets down the chimney on Christmas Eve. When I was a kid, I was confused by this whole process as well, since we didn’t have a chimney. We had a steel door with a deadbolt. If it was strong [...]
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I just published a post on Babble.com about why I can’t lie to my son about Santa anymore (after this year). It’s a hot topic, for sure, so I thought I’d repost a similar essay I wrote in 2010. The same feelings hold true for me now, with the exception that this year, I did [...]
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Second Birthday Two is the age of my first memory. My mother’s green robe around her like a coat as I lifted stubby fingers into the air. I taught that to you– how to use your thumb like a wing, closed. Two fingers, a butterfly. You, more than anyone, have shown me what [...]
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If Allison Weir, celebrated British royal biographer, were to leap into the future and write about my daughter centuries after her magnificent life, I believe the story would begin something like this: Madeleine was clever, though her red hair symbolized an uneven temperament and a penchant for theatrics. Even at the tender age of 21 [...]
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June 2009. 17,520 little hours…. “Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have of them.” –Marcel Proust Tweet This Post
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Oprah is leaving me. Even though I have been a fickle viewer, sometimes turning off the television in frustration about the commercial breaks or yet another visit from Julia Roberts’ teeth (who are so happy, by the way), I will really, strangely, miss her. I vaguely remember when Oprah started her show. We had just [...]
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Then: I remember city streets decorated with the remnants of food and paper. Wires were strung above me, from telephone pole to apartment building. The passing trolley swept everything into the air. I remember a brightly lit deli where almost every day, I got a fresh, warm, roll. I remember pulling the soft dough out [...]
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At a certain point in your child’s life, you’ll decide it’s time to potty train. No more diapers, you’ll chant. You’ll look forward to bragging to your friends and family that your kid has mastered this skill that even adults have problems with. But afterward, when your child struts across your living room floor in [...]
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I am a big believer in The Nap. I still take The Nap. If I could, I’d implement the nationwide Nap from 1-3. (Maybe I should call Oprah about this. That woman has power.) But my son is almost three-and-a-half, and he is shirking the magnificent beauty that was naptime in my house. For a [...]
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