Have you ever reached a point in your life when you think to yourself, gee, I should have taken a different path? You think, I shouldn’t be in this relationship/this career/this town, etc., etc.? I have absolutely reached that point. Multiple times. I feel like my life is a series of stops and turns and… Continue reading The Other Path
As most of you know by now, my beloved Daffodil passed away last October. It is quite honestly one of the most difficult things I’ve ever been through. I spent many nights on the kitchen floor crying that I couldn’t bear it. He was my partner, my best friend, my confidante and my comforter. I… Continue reading Daffodil: The Myth, The Magic, The Cat
Shall I address the elephant in the room? Yes, it’s been slightly over a year since my last post. Yes, I feel guilty. But, yes, I have some seriously good excuses … um … reasons. There was the baby-being-born thing and then the baby-being-new thing and then the BABY-PLEASE-SLEEP thing. These were followed in quick… Continue reading Baby Love
I’m pregnant. And if I hear one more woman who hasn’t had a child in over ten years tell me how blissful I should feel while I’m in the midst of a hormonal meltdown the size of Poughkeepsie, I just may beat her about the head with my well-worn copy of What to Expect. I’m… Continue reading Pause for Pregnancy
Paris has, for me over the years, been many things, not the least of which is an incredible epicurean experience. In my memories and dreams of Paris, its essence is decadent pates, creamy, mold-ripened cheeses and bright yellow eggs atop a perfectly browned béchamel-encrusted croque madame. It is tiny bubbles floating merrily upwards in golden… Continue reading Paris. Pregnant. Perfect.
My husband and I are standing on a cobbled road of the Alfama, one of the oldest neighborhoods in Lisbon. The stones beneath our feet are smooth from generations of footsteps. Colorful tiles dating back hundreds of years climb the walls around us creating intricate swaths of blues and greens. Fountains run with water that… Continue reading Lisbon: That’s How We Roll
Today has been one of those days. The kind when writing something – anything – sounds about as nice as banging myself on the head with my hole-punch. Our cat, Daffodil, has been particularly forceful in his lack of support for me as a writer today. He began with a barely-heard mewling behind my desk… Continue reading Knackered Ickle Nutter