Positano: Detour
“Mama, I’m gonna give you a kiss you when you get home. I’m gonna give you a giant, giant, GIant hug when you get home.”
Day One: Paris Stroll
I dropped to my knees today and licked the sidewalk. Well, I didn’t really do that. But I wanted to. Instead, I drank wine. I ate cheese. And took a long walk in the rain. I saw lovers. Of course. And the same ‘ole, same ‘ole. And I fell in love again.
I think my husband has a secret life.
Me: I don’t get the difference between figure skating and ice dancing. Sam: Well, figure skating is smooth with a series of elements that have to be shown, with dramatic air-type things and turns and jumps and stuff. The ice dancing is more dancey, if you will, with dance moves and lots of those close [...]
Roller Derby Girls
I was in the kitchen, setting out the frosting and the jimmies for the cupcakes Ruby and I had just put in the oven, when I heard a couple of heavy thuds come from the front hallway. It was pouring rain, Sam was away for the weekend and my heart had already exploded into a [...]
All hail Tweezerman. Now: What to do about this growing up business
After attending a kindergarten forum last night, Sam and I headed to our favorite neighborhood bar for some decompression. Wasn’t it just last week that we were bringing a baby home from Chicago? How is it possible we’re getting her ready to go to school? And is that really a gray eyebrow growing in above [...]
Uh…that was awkward
Ruby had already buckled herself into her car seat when she realized she’d forgotten the drawings for her teacher. I ignored the urge to say, too bad, kid. We’re late. Chalk it up to a lesson learned about having your shit together. (God, how I love my fantasy life.) Instead I channeled June Cleaver, set [...]
My punkin’ across time
THEN… AND NOW…
And I finally weigh in on Anita Tedaldi
I’m late to the party but that’s because I’ve been mulling it over and doing a little background research. Better late than never, though. So, I’ve begun over here. There will be more.
Grateful
One comb out, a few tears, a great new stylist and 3-1/2 hours later (no, that’s not a typo), this is what her hair looks like. She chose the “clicky-clackies” and her birthmother chose me.
Love
I wasn’t going to post anything today, but then my friend Jennifer pointed me to this poem, probably the best thing I’ve ever read in response to September 11, 2001. ***************************************************************** Leap by Brian Doyle A couple leaped from the south tower, hand in hand. They reached for each other and their hands met and [...]