I'm not gonna lie. We're unraveling here. Keeping in mind this is the cocoon. We will move through this. We will emerge. The way I was glued to Cuomo's updates these past weeks, waiting for the day that we could see that New York had passed the...
As my kids get older, I realize these small things I noticed when they were just babies have turned into dominant personality traits. Henry's fascination with how things work. Danny's silly faces and movements intended for a laugh. These quirks define them and set them apart...
It's almost imperceptible, the easier-ness. It starts as a feeling like you were supposed to be somewhere or do something, but forgot. You've been so used to the chaos, the tornado of people needing you one hundred percent of the time, that if there is one...
This was the story I made up for the kids tonight. It starts the same as they always do. I cried a lot during this one. -- Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Henry and his little brother's name was Danny and his...
Note — Sometimes I just write about poop way too much. Sorry. -- My friend Meredith said, "that's called a hippie fight,” when I told her that Cory and I couldn’t agree on what to do with the first Saturday morning we’ve had free in who knows...
I can close my eyes and know I'm almost home by the angle of my body in the car and the degree of the turn. That motion, that particular sequence winding downhill to the house my father built and my mother designed, is so deeply...
Like holding a bite of chocolate in your mouth and letting it melt and savoring it, but what if you could never have chocolate again, what if it was the last bite, how long would you hold that bit? That's how I felt holding Ellie just...