Oh my dear friends. I realize it has been quite some time since I wrote anything on here, and that is because I’ve been suffering a massive case of writers’ block. Any creativity I have is sponged out of my brain by attempting to entertain a busy 18 month old and trying to memorize Latin declensions and morphologies. Oh, and by the travails of sleep … Continue reading The sleep you ordered is out of stock!
Okay, okay, that title is kind of clickbait, so I apologize. I care more about something (someone) than I ever have in my entire life, so let’s get that straight. However, like a lot of moms, I find myself with very little bandwidth for stupid things lately. In arguments with my husband, I often find myself throwing my hands up and saying, “Honestly, I have … Continue reading How to not care as much? Have a baby!
Hello again, dear friends. Sorry for the two-day hiatus. We are sleep coaching B for the umpteenth time, and she developed a cold yesterday while I was away in the city. To say we’re tired is an understatement! More like we’re zombies who haven’t yet turned green and droopy. In any case, I thought I would tell you a little more about myself, since you … Continue reading Flying by the seat of my pants/ Channeling Elle
Today is always a hard day for me. Like most native New York Tristate residents, I will never forget where I was on 11 September 2001. I was just a kid sitting in homeroom when our Greenwich, CT school was evacuated. My mom picked me up and we went home. We lived on the water, and we could see the smoke rising from the towers. … Continue reading 11 September 2018
Let’s get down to business — to defeat — the Hu– the mom guilt. Actually, “Mom Guilt” with proper noun capitalization, because it deserves such emphasis. Let’s get rolling with a basic mom scenario: you’re standing in line at your favorite coffee shop (Neat Coffee, I’m looking at you!) and your precocious, lovely, sweet 17 month old starts pitching a tantrum because she simultaneously wants … Continue reading Mom Guilt: The Looming Specter
Hello! How can I count the ways motherhood has changed me? I don’t think I can. When I started this journey, when I first became pregnant with my first sweet baby, I would put my hands on my abdomen and think of all the ways that my life would bloom into something new and different. At the time, all the thoughts I had were happy … Continue reading An introduction