A week ago I was headed to Chicago to see the Grateful Dead. I returned from that experience a different person. I KNOW. How totally absurd and super annoying of me to say that. Like the person who talks about juicing or their dog’s poops or their baby’s personality a little too much, I realize(…)

The anniversary of my mom’s death is tomorrow. I’m approaching the date with sadness obviously, but nowhere near the numbed out pain I felt saying good-bye 2 years ago. Nor is this moment as hard as waiting for the milestones of that first year to pass. But I suspect the spring weeks between Mother’s Day(…)

We just returned from 5 days in Disney World. I did not hate it and I did not love it, but details of the trip will certainly remain seared in my memory for life. Not to be dramatic, but it was one of the most rigorous things we have done as a family to date,(…)

Summer is dwindling and my birthday is nigh. It seems that a bit of reflection is in order. So who the hell is 42? What’s her freaking deal? Ahem. 42 is surprised at how young her doctors and lawyers and kids’ teachers and people in charge of things are. 42 is paying bills for more(…)

Yesterday was the last day of second grade. Z’s class watched the Smurfs and Jessie apparently. I know this because after pickup Z and her friend both tried to recount the plot of the Jessie episode and I had to tune them out. Hearing Jessie plots breathlessly rehashed by two seven year olds is actually(…)