I used to take Pip and Phoebe to the playground almost everyday when they were younger. I remember one of these outings vividly--Pip was 5, Phoebe was 2. They were playing in the sandbox, Phoebe's thumb plugged in her mouth; Pip playing with a digger truck.
Read MoreDad: Thank you for rolling the windows down and turning the music up. Thank you for the mottos to live by: "work first, play after," "say sorry first", "love myself first," "prior proper planning prevents piss poor performance," and "those that care will be there."
Read MoreI have been journaling again, each morning upon waking up, with a cup of coffee. This is a ritual that was part of my everyday until COVID hit, and my beloved practice was replaced with coming straight to my computer to work or read the news.
Read MoreA friend texted me last week: "How are you?" I responded: "There's a lot to manage..."
It feels so good to de-mask, roll down the windows, turn the radio up, and drive anywhere I want to go; I feel like a high-schooler just released for summer after a grueling year(!) of final exams. I'm hugging, touching, kissing, and feeling full of possibility.
Condoms, tampons, sex, childbirth, wet dreams, masturabation, erections, periods, the meaning of swear words, addiction, cancer, death...all these topics (and more) are open for discussion in our house.
Read MoreThis Mother's day our family of four returned to the Vineyard, where, with the exception of last year, we have spent every Mother's Day since Pip was born. (I wrote about this tradition in a 2016 entry of Into the Blue when I shared Anna Quindlen's Essay "On Being Mom".)
Read MoreI wonder where you are as you read this.
I wonder how your heart is.
I wonder what stories hold you in place- theirs and yours.
As time marches on from our crude introduction to COVID-19, I can't help but imagine us on a ship sailing away from what we once knew as normalcy--life before the pandemic is like a receding light off our stern.
Read MoreIt was almost exactly 9 years ago when Pip and I were in a grocery store in Jamaica Plain- I sometimes went to this particular grocery store because they sold Misty Knoll chicken, and it isn't too far from the Cambridge library where I would take Pip on special occasions (he still LOVES going to the library).
Read MoreOn September 19, 1985 my family was living in Mexico City. It was early- about 7:15. My brother and I were brushing our teeth, my father hadn't left for work yet, and my mother was getting dressed to bring us to school. I remember my mother shouting, "I think this is an earthquake."
Read MoreI hope those of you who celebrate Easter enjoyed your holiday yesterday. It was really nice to see people reunited with family on social media. We're slowly, but surely, shifting. And what a beautiful day we had in New England--a true blue spring day!
Read MoreQuestion One
On Wednesday, I met with two incredibly smart and talented women to discuss growth strategy for Blue Light Collective. They asked me: "What makes Blue Light unique?" I answered: "Our community, authenticity, and ability to empower individuals."
We spent the past 4 days visiting my vaccinated parents in Florida. Moving through Logan Airport, I kept saying to myself, ‘Look at all these people.’ Like adjusting to a dark room abruptly lit, I walked slowly to allow my senses time to adjust.
Read MoreI have always been drawn to bones and antlers. I'm not sure if the attraction began before, or after, we studied Georgia O'Keeffe in my art history survey class in college. Either way, O'Keeffe's perspectives of the infinitely blue sky through a pelvis or skull speak to my own fascination with the physical and divine, tangible and intangible.
Read MoreA bird woke me up this morning. I am grateful to and in awe of this little creature of feather, bone and song. He is one of the first to assure me we are rounding the bend to spring. In years past, I would delight at the sound of his call and the idea of another New England winter at my back; but this year, I am bittersweet.
Read MoreMonday, backing out of our garage, rather mindlessly, I took the passenger mirror right off my car. Roo taped it back in place, but it's broken and defunct. I wonder how long it will take me to get it fixed.
Read MoreTHREE LOVE NOTES
1) Check out this Ted Talk on revolutionary love. Plus it's a great preview for when we read this on April 28 with Mark Longhurst for our Blue Light Book Club.
2) This is the cake I make every Valentines Day, and this is how I bake it.
3) Hawkeye and Cora get me every time. What is your favorite cinematic love story?
February is soft, round, and pink.
February is the pregnant belly of winter.
Today, I am going to tell you a story about being a mother. I was a very new mother at the time. It must have been about 3 weeks in, to be exact, as Roo had gone back to work.
That was fast, January.
I woke up this morning, thinking about how I wanted to share this silly (?) story:
Shortly after Roo and I got married, we were living in NYC and I was reverse-commuting to a job in Westchester (I always opt for the path less travelled even when it's more difficult and doesn't make sense!).
