In my childhood years, I remember summers as long, hot and humid lazy days where boredom inspired creativity—building forts and creating clubhouses with friends, playing make-believe in the fields and jumping off hay bales, or laying in the grass to write a poem, draw a picture, read a book or just look up at the sky. I loved all that unstructured time to dream and be a kid.
If you’ve been reading here for a while, you’ll already be familiar with my yearly reflections and the setting of intentions for the year ahead. In one form or another,…
The first few years Elie and I were together, we didn’t exchange Christmas gifts, guided by a feeling that we already have so much. But, Christmas morning always felt like…
Five years ago today, I married the person I admire most in this world. One day, I will write down our love story. But for today, there are photographs. Photographs…
I became a mother for the first time one month before my 41st birthday. I don’t know if my experience as an ‘older’ mother is much different from someone who…
I posted this on Instagram a few weeks ago, but I got so many comments, I thought it should have a permanent place here on the site. It took me…
One day last fall, I was sitting in the kitchen, looking around the first floor of our house at baskets of LEGOS and blocks and drawers overflowing with trucks and…
The beginning of a year always feels like such a blank slate, doesn’t it? A new notebook, a clean page, ready to be filled with the messy, beautiful, aspirational and…
I had planned on writing a longer, more thoughtful Christmas post, wrapping up all of my feelings about this season, this year. But here we are, on the 26th, and…
I can’t wait for Christmas this year! I’m writing this over the Thanksgiving holiday from sunny Arizona, where we are here visiting friends. But as soon as we get home,…
