When Sarah told me that Adam Yauch (MCA) from the Beastie Boys had passed away we were at Mom 2.0 finishing up lunch. “Well, this just sucks.” I thought eloquently. Then I went to my room and got mad at the hotel internet connection as I tried to watch ‘Sabotage’ on YouTube. That video [...]
What I Wore Wednesday & The Getting Dressed Challenge
May 16, 2012 By 2 Comments
For a few days each week I’ve been trying to get a bit more dressed up and use what is actually in my closet rather than rely on jeans, polo shirts or tees. Excuse the flash, but here is the latest -
Unconditional Love
May 9, 2012 By 1 Comment
Scene: I arrive home from the Mom 2 Summit. I’m reeling from the noxious smell of the driver’s heavy cologne, musky man scent and his uh, other malodorous qualities. You know, the one that comes from his ass? Yeah, that one. I’m hungry, tired and I just want to unpack and enjoy my family. I open [...]
The Best Thing is You!
May 2, 2012 By 3 Comments
The start of a new day. Breakfast with Mommy and no one else. It’s going to be a good day. It’s Wordless Wednesday! For more Wordless Wednesday visit 5 Minutes for Mom
Because Life Starts Now
April 27, 2012 By 2 Comments
Looking the Part
April 26, 2012 By Leave a Comment
One of my grandmother’s passions was music. She also loved the color purple. Lilacs, lavender were a particular favorite. Her bedroom was always done up in these shades. As I was packing for the trip up north to Rhode Island last week I wanted to find small ways to honor her while we were there. It didn’t take [...]
For Beatrice
April 18, 2012 By 3 Comments
I was going to make this a series of pictures commemorate my grandmother, my Memere. She passed away this week at the age of 92. It was going to be part of Wordless Wednesday. Obviously I failed.
Overheards: I’m the Boss
April 9, 2012 By Leave a Comment
Scene: Sitting at my parents dining room table and eating dinner with the girls and my parents. We are visiting them for our spring break. TD: “Mem? Pep is the boss in this house. He is the boss of you. He’s the oldest.”
Dealing with Postpartum Depression Guilt
March 28, 2012 By 5 Comments
Sometimes I look over at TD, my oldest child of the three girls and I feel a deep, internal pain. Like someone has sliced my heart in two and I’m left grasping at wispy pieces that have floated into the ether to a place I can never have back.
