Ah, the precarious nature of being 9 and a half. Or rather, of being the mother of a 9 and a half year old. Over the weekend, the mother of one of Annabelle’s friends texted me that her daughter needed to speak to mine — and it was important. So we called, got the voicemail. […]
Last night I took the girls to a Bat Mitzvah. Not our typically Friday night activity, but this was no typical kid getting Bat Mitzvahed. So I rushed home from work and asked Courtney the Wonder Sitter to help me hustle the girls into appropriate clothes and we were all crammed in the bathroom and […]
Not to be melodramatic or anything, but today something happened that completely shook my faith in everything I’ve come to believe about Sophie in the last 7 years, 10 months and two days — something that slammed me hard, right back into that bed in that hospital where she was born. Where the doctor told […]
Remember when you were a kid and you had a friend over and you begged your mom for an overnight? Then more play the next day? And then for the friend to stay for dinner again? For some reason, those memories for me are always accompanied by the memory of being sunburned — probably because […]
A while back, I was having dinner at a downtown Phoenix restaurant with two of my best girlfriends. Someone who knew someone at the table stopped to say hi. “Hey, what’s with the book club?” he asked, laughing. We looked at each other. It took us a minute — he was making fun of the […]
Thinking about what I would say in this post, I realized that I write more about the people Sophie bonds with than the ones Annabelle does — maybe because Sophie is so direct in her declarations, maybe because Annabelle doesn’t give her heart quite as easily. But tonight I find myself thinking about Annabelle and […]
It’s a sign of the times, I suppose, that my mother found a recipe for hamantaschen on a cupcake blog. What’s not cupcake-centric these days, in the world of food? At least there’s no bacon in these. The Hamantaschen is not a close relation to the cupcake (though there is a sort of odd recipe […]
And in the end, the love you take/ Is equal to the love you make. — The Beatles One morning last week, I woke up before Sophie, who had made her way (as usual) into our bed sometime in the night. Typically, Sophie is a restless sleeper, except for when it’s time to get up. […]
