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,…
Breaking Bread, And Tradition
You see this pasta bowl? It’s a symbol of my family’s durability and commitment to celebrating each day as if it’s our last. This thought dawned on me last night as I was preparing dinner. It was pasta night at…
Move Over Apple Pie, Here Comes Banana Cake
Remember when I admitted I’m a glutton for pie? Well, turns out I’m also a gorger for banana cake. There’s just something so traditional, so comforting, so homey about it, although I must admit I’m willing to try pretty much…
The Road Map
If I could have a road map for one aspect of parenting it would be for teaching self-love and self-esteem. I’ve struggled with these concepts all my life, but they take on a whole new dimension when viewed through the…