August 14, 2015 – 5:29 pm
This was me. Ten years ago, tomorrow. Ten days overdue. Fatigue and cranky level = super high. And then I watched Raging Bull and began counting time between contractions and then pausing the movie to breathe through them. And then a mostly teeny, tiny Caillou-bald third baby, a second daughter, came into…
August 13, 2015 – 1:30 pm
My friend Sharon just told me this week that August is the Sunday of the summer. And she is so right. How is it that the mornings are already starting to feel crisp and the back-to-school madness has already begun when I feel like I only just stopped wearing my…
August 9, 2015 – 11:47 am
Last Saturday morning, I woke up (in my bed! in my new house!) and headed downstairs for my regular shabbat morning ritual—Richmond bakery cinnamon bun, giant coffee, my current book. Only I realized that I had forgotten to leave our urn on, which meant there was no hot water for…
