Food is often the focus of my thought, perhaps at this time of year more than ever. It’s my love language. For my husband, for my children, for my family and for my friends. If ever I’ve cooked for you, or with you, consider yourself loved. This morning, in preparation for my kids coming over… Continue reading Cutout Cookies

In an ideal world, our kids are born healthy, are adorable infants, then they drive us slowly insane for roughly 18 to 22 years (sometimes a little longer), punctuated by moments of intense joy, before moving out into the world to live, love, study, and work as responsible adults. In an ideal world, we rejoice… Continue reading The Ordinary

Even as I’m experiencing everything for the first time, I’m reliving the first few months of my children’s lives, only this time with a clear head and a rested brain. That is one of the great joys of grandparenthood. And I marvel everyday that I may have missed this in the day to day with… Continue reading Just a moment.

Recently, I put together a book for my pregnant daughter. I reached out to a lot of women, more than 90 of whom were gracious enough to share their parenting wisdom with me and with Natalie.  I was pretty specific in my reasons for wanting to write this book. I lost my Mom at a… Continue reading Love them.

Thursday evenings were saved for Meme and Pepe, our French-Canadian bonus grandparents, Meme, petite and hard around the edges, with boney-fingered cheek pinches and endless smiles for the children I only now realize filled a giant void in her life, a void left by the very early death of my older brothers’ father. Our Pepe… Continue reading A bag full of stones