It’s been a rough week around here, full of sleepless nights and visits to urgent care, emergency pages to the pediatrician and cabin fever all around. But finally, finally, it seems that we have turned a corner. The baby slept the whole night through, my husband got bed early, and I managed to finish my last paper of the semester just in the nick of … Continue reading Breathe In, Breathe Out
We all know the rule. Never go to an animal shelter, dog rescue or parking lot adoption event if you don’t plan on taking a new pet home with you. It was the day after Christmas, Moonbear and I had been living together for a year in Angelino Heights, a historic preservation islet in the middle of Echo Park in LA. We had moved in … Continue reading Telepathy is real.
I stayed home today to care for my daughter, who got knocked out of commission by both of the bugs going around at baby school this month. I’m sorry that she’s sick – being sick is never fun, and is even less fun when you’re still too young to even talk about what it is that’s bothering you. But I’m not sorry to have this … Continue reading Sick Day
One of the best things about being home is getting back into my running routine. A short run and a long run on the weekends, the just long enough 4.5-mile dark of the morning once or twice during the week. I started running when I was twelve or thirteen, plodding along next to my marathoner dad on the view-laden roads of the neighborhoods up around … Continue reading I miss running in the dark.
Overpacking… Tiny little travel cribs… No fun in the sun… Is vacation with baby really worth the work? Yes. Yes. And Yes. Continue reading Babycation?
When I was twenty years old, I sort of lost my mind for a while. I was in Madrid, a couple of months into a year long study abroad trip, living with two absent roommates in an apartment building from the eighteenth century right on the edge of the Plaza Mayor. I had a musty basement bedroom full of as many memories from home that … Continue reading When I was twenty years old.
This week I am thirty-four. I’ve logged one more year on that climb into my thirties, not quite old enough to be old, but certainly old enough to feel old. And as is the case each year with my birthday, I am looking both forwards and backwards, remembering where I was this time last year and this time last decade, wondering where on earth this … Continue reading Older.