I originally intended this to be a personal essay, but it just wasn’t … flowing. So, I rewrote it into a poem: I hear you racing to my left, swift and strong My quiet, charitable companion Blue-gray waves lapping the…
The Recipe Box
A childhood memory took me on a surprising journey this morning … It sits in the center of the table, surrounded by sprinklings of flour, sugar, nuts, and cocoa. A thin coating of flour dusts its top. The mustard-yellow lid…
Where Are You, Bedtime?
You know what’s the best thing ever? Bedtime. When the crazies who have torn through every room in your house like a hurtling, out-of-control tornado slumber into dream land and the house falls silent and still. Oh yeah, I start…
Mental Synchronization (Part 1)
I’m borrowing this phrase from Frozen because it’s perfect for the plan I’m putting into place this week. Plus, it’s so fun singing that part of the song: “men-tal syn-chro-ni-za-tion.” Admit it, you sang that line in your head, too,…
He Who Planted The Seed
As a writer, sometimes, out of nowhere, inspiration hits and all you can do is ride the wave. This is one of those times … For as long as I can remember I’ve had a thing for “solitary trees,” standing…
Bean Burgers: A “Nontraditional” Take On Dinner
I’m a meat and carb lover, hands down. I grew up believing dinner consisted of a meat, a starch, and a vegetable—and I still do. It’s silly but I find it immensely difficult to break with “tradition.” That’s what my…
Suffocation, No Breathing
I’m tired, so tired. I’m tired of worrying. I’m tired of being scared. I’m tired of overthinking and making decisions. I’m tired of parenting. I’m tired of feeling suffocated, being pawed at, hung all over, clutched and clung to. I’m…
Sunflower
I love sunflowers. Their sunny, smiling faces speak to me of happier times, commemorating the most significant, most precious milestones of my life: Dating: My second date with my husband, when he stopped suddenly at a NYC street vendor on…
Oh, Hello, Mister Sambucs
Lately I’ve been doing a lot of behind-the-scenes maintenance work on my blog (tagging and categorizing) and in the process, I noticed how infrequently I write about my son. I was initially surprised by this because he is my sweet…
Tidal Wave
I had a terrible dream last night. This is significant because I rarely dream, and if I do, I never remember what happens, not with any clarity anyways. But today, I remember. My family are standing somewhere on the beach,…