Jump

This morning, I woke up and I remembered I like to write.  Maybe it was the journal my friend gave me yesterday.  (Maybe, the journal was a hint.)  Maybe it was reading a blog post my sister texted me in the night, that struck a chord.  Whatever.  This morning, I woke up and I remembered: Yeah.  This is a thing I do. In June, I watched my daughter -- little Babygirl!  almost six years old! -- slide off the side of a pontoon boat in the Pacific Ocean to swim with sea turtles.  LittleMan screwed his courage to the sticking place and leapt from the deck.  It never stops blowing my mind, that we ... [READ MORE]

The Ostrich

Is it okay if I just hide in one of these for a while? One year ago this week, I sat next to my mother on a flight to London.  We were both wearing Ostrich Pillows -- these lovely squishy turbans that double as eye-masks -- that she'd picked up at one of those hipster-y travel stores, along with wildly unstylish flat, stretchy slippers.  Every time we made eye contact in we collapsed laughing at ourselves.  Then the lights went down and she slept, which she can do -- seriously, anywhere -- and I watched about fifteen movies, paced the aisles, and cursed that the eye mask caused all my fake ... [READ MORE]

Recipe Roundup No. 12: Monday Musing

The clouds rolled back in with a vengeance yesterday afternoon.  The kids and I were caught unawares, having been at a gymnastics birthday party that worked everyone into a sweat, but we emerged from the ritual pizza-and-cake to find that our spring temperatures had dropped and our t-shirts weren't going to cut it. I have a good spot here on my living room couch on Mondays.  Through the sliding door next to me, the deck looks bright and pretty despite a gray sky (and windows that need a cleaning if this rain EVER STOPS), the bridge soars above the choppy Bay waters, and through the rails of ... [READ MORE]

Oscar Night in Wine Country

I'm lying all curled up in a bed in a Hilton in Santa Rosa. For the record, I've been lying in this bed for THREE HOURS. For the record, it's 9:36pm. It's been grand. I literally cannot remember the last time I spent THREE HOURS -- three reasonably day-lit, dinner-bath-and-bedtime-ish hours -- doing so much of absolutely nothing.  Besides watching the Oscars!  Drinking wine!  And doing an experimental "energizing Korean face mask" that my beauty-guru girlfriend gave me for Christmas! I feel simultaneously giddy and terrible.  Surely, somewhere in this world, there is laundry to ... [READ MORE]

Walk the Walk, Pt. 1 (with a side of sneakers)

There is so much to say, but I'm still trying to figure it out. There is a dialogue happening (also a lot of shouting, but somewhere, a dialogue) that I very much need to be a part of...but it's going to take me some thought as to how and when to enter into the fray.  I don't think the social media are my avenue right now.  Frankly, these days, as much as I agree with a lot of what's out there (on my carefully-curated feed, mind you)...the social media are hard to take. Don't get me wrong.  I've loved some of the shouting.  Loved the glorious, affirming coming-togetherness of the past ... [READ MORE]

Strange Places

These are strange days.  The rain has been endless, the news has been relentless, and the children have been so sick.  Fevers and sniffles and that croaking cough that haunts our sleep.  I spent all of last Wednesday night in the octopus-like grip of Babygirl as she hacked her way restlessly through the long, dark hours, the humidifier bubbling steam into the bottom bunk.  I awoke after intermittent rest with a stiff neck and a child no closer to being healthy.  We have been housebound, all of us together in this apartment high above the city, for what feels like weeks.  I am grateful for our ... [READ MORE]

Recipe Roundup No. 11: A Week of Something Good

Stock for days. So it's the New Year and a handful of my friends have been doing Whole 30.  While I've heard many people describe it as "life-changing" it's just a bridge too far for me.  For one thing, you know I love my veggie staples and I can't wrap my head around anything that forbids beans.  It just doesn't compute. But Ugh, fine, we've just come off the latest round of holiday hedonism (which seemed to come just right on the heels of summer's hedonism...and late summer's hedonism...and early fall's hedonism) so I suppose it makes sense to rein it all in for a bit.  Back in ... [READ MORE]