It’s Mother’s Day. I’m writing this to you because that is what I said I wanted to do — write and sleep in. I’m keeping it low-key because Mother’s Day is the New Year’s Eve for middle-aged women — we expect it to be magical and it will never, ever live up to our…
Category: Diary
Diary, April 27: Hey! Where did I go?
Where did I go? I was really on a roll there, wasn’t I? Writing, working, momming, sending out a newsletter — I was really LEANING IN, as they say. (Actually, do they say that anymore or do we all hate Sheryl Sandberg now? I am out of the outrage loop!) In fact, I’m am out…
Diary, Nov. 25th: (Waffle) Church
Ah, church. We finally went today. I’ve been trying to go — really, I have — but to leave the house on the weekend with two little kids to make them do something we frankly really don’t want to do seemed like an impossible task. It’s hard enough to get out of the house to…
Diary, Sept. 18: A little (a lot) overwhelmed
Hello friends. I’m sorry i haven’t written in a bit. Things have been … extra… as the kids say. Work reorg (huge). New school year. Family obligations. Weekend travel. Swim lessons. Many, many days off for the kiddos due to Jewish holidays (not blaming you, my Jewish friends, but could you move the major holidays…
Diary, August 26th: Goodbye summer
We’ve reached the wild point of summer; things always seem slightly feral at this point of the year. Even the children are weedy. Their hair (although we just cut it) is long and wild; I feel like I’m cutting their fingernails every other day. Their summer clothes I bought 4 months ago are tight and…
Diary, August 8: The Shrug Days of Summer
I’ve reached the point of summer where all I do in regards to parenting is shrug.
Diary, August 1: Vacation time?
I’m writing this to you 3,000 feet in the air while watching The Greatest Showman (Nat: This would be much better if Hugh Jackman suddenly turned into Wolverine mid-routine).
KEYED UP
I realized I’m pretty much constantly “on edge” around my kids every single time we’re in public together without Nat.
Diary, June 15th: Tennis lessons
It feels like such a luxury to be doing something outside at night together. (And really, between paying for lessons and babysitters and timing, it is a luxury.) But it’s so fun and freeing and good to be doing this.
Diary, June 5th: Summer Fridays
The beauty of summer Fridays.
Diary, May 19: A rainy Saturday
Things are lazy.
Diary, May 13: Mother’s Day
My Mother’s Day.