Birthday (Mine)

The little girl and me, we’re hanging. Sunnyside is on vacation. The papa and the boys are on vacation. I really dislike the word staycation. Besides, I defy you to tell me a long chunk of every bedtime and every wakeup and most meltdowns in between is exactly...

Slow Mode

Last night, I was trying to think about what to write on my blog beyond the very nothing-ness that seems to be our quiet little mama plus three-and-a-half year-old gal time. It’s really been stuff like a swim club trip with friends, a morning hanging with an...

A Deux

Beyond the cutest of walks between home and town—okay, you could insert Herrell’s for town on more than one occasion—and this week’s trip to a truly empty Holyoke Canoe Club, where we did not share the pool with anyone else for an hour, I guess...

Under Irene's Spell

Sunday morning and it’s… raining and pouring. The air holds the tropical well, so everything feels soft and damp and oddly tender. Saskia wonders at eight in the morning when the rain will stop. I think the air calls for palm trees, maybe some sand...