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My peeps.

8 May

Just yesterday I talked about my amazing acts of loving kindness.

But I have to tell you, since I first shared my story about Postpartum Depression, I have been overwhelmed by thoughtful cards, notes, messages, gifts, offers and more.

I wish I could share each of them on here, as they all deserve to be recognized. Truly. And I will be sharing some more special things soon.

But for now I had to write about my peeps.

Through this experience, as I’ve said, I’ve learned to find the good in people, to eliminate those who do not wish me well and I’ve resigned myself ot the fact that I have really good peeps.

And then there are Peeps.

Weeks ago I put up a Facebook status about my strong desire for the Easter candy. I like them a lot and I like them stale. But I could not find them anywhere!

I said “I want all the Peeps”

And people came out of the woodwork, offering suggestions and sightings.

My husband went to the local drugstore at an off time.

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So I have been going through Peeps by the package, and when I mean package, I mean I eat several packages a day. It is not good for my teeth, and probably not good for my insides, but I love them. Frozen. Stale. Perfection.

Well, just now, you can imagine my surprise when a package was dropped on my stoop. I wasn’t expecting anything; I’ve been put on a sort of a spending moratorium.


photo-9Peeps! Pink Peeps! I don’t have any pink!

And the most lovely note, from the mom of Go-Go (My bestie’s husband)’s mom, whom I got to know during their wedding festivities last summer.

She wrote me the most beautiful note, sending me strength and prayers, and and this inspiring book.

I am moved beyond words.

Thank you, Miss B. I am touched more than you could imagine.

I really have the best peeps.

And Peeps.


What a sweet way to start the day!

17 Dec


It is 7 o’clock in the morning, I have not yet set foot out of bed, yet the delivery man has already come to my door with a magical Hanukkah present and I just don’t even know what to say besides:

It is official;

I have a Fairy Peepmother.

Just like I always say,

I have the BEST Peeps.

Thank you, thank you, from the bottom of our hearts,

the middle of our tummies

and the insides of our teeth!

What makes it all worth it.

6 Nov

So, this is a tough week. I knew it would be, and it did not disappoint. I was haunted by ghosts, plagued by nightmares, and sometimes, I felt like I was drowning. It is hard for me to admit that in actual words, by the way–to confess that I feel weak and helpless and most especially that people who have hurt me continue to cause me pain. But, life moves on. And today, I spoke to a few different people about how this “anniversary” of sorts will get easier and easier as the years pass, and someday, perhaps, I won’t remember it at all. Because I will have so many good moments and important moments and milestones that I will know what happened in 2013/2014 intellectually, but it will no longer cause me this acute sort of stabbing pain.

Today I had some really interesting conversations and special moments.

I was able to confide in a dear friend as we talked about how motherhood can be very isolating and lonely. Just being able to say it to each other proves that neither of us are alone. She embodies companionship for me, and for that I am supremely grateful.

I was able to thank a new friend for being in my life, as we are building a bond that we both look forward to exploring and strengthening.

I texted with one of my main peeps (a best friend since first grade) and we talked about how much we love our children and each others’ children and how things are hard, but we are so lucky. And we were able to text each other about our own neuroses. And we get each other like no one else does.

And I received a tremendous amount of support this week, online, with phonecalls, emails, messages, comments and in every way possible, and I am so grateful. Thank you.

And if you asked me at 3:15 today how I was feeling (which my sister did via text) I replied, “Bad and good.”

Bad because I have some very difficult things that are right at the surface and I can’t seem to push them down and hide them under a rug. (Not even my new, fancy furry one by my fireplace.)

But I was also good. And not just good, I was really good. Because my kids and I were playing in the sunroom, as rain pelted down on the skylight above us, and I saw my daughter and my son making each other laugh and I felt grateful and joyful.

And as I type this, I find myself crying happy.

I am so fortunate

(by the way, I apologize for the rambling and poor writing; my dad actually asked me earlier this evening over the phone if I had “forgotten how to talk” because my brain doesn’t seem to be functioning properly. I think there’s a lot going on in there).

and what makes me feel good is that not only did I get to experience some special moments with my two happy, healthy kids today, but I actually was able to be present, and acknowledge, in the moment, just how at peace they made me feel and they reminded me how to be happy. I enjoyed life as it was happening, in real time. That is a gift.


This afternoon, we made a family band,

(mostly percussion, with a little singing and a brief kazoo moment)

and I was bursting with love.

This site is not one where I try to make everything seem rosy. I think that is apparent. But I did take a lesson away from today, which is that although I may have bad moments, and bad weeks, and even bad years,

I also have so much, with incredible friends,

I mean incredible,

and a family whom I can count on endlessly,

and two kids, who laugh and kiss me and ask to hold my hand or to find the Barbie mermaid’s tiara

and shake some maracas with me when I am feeling low.

And that is what will get me through this,

and they are who make it all worth it.

A whole new level.

26 May

This weekend was pretty awesome. And it’s been a while since we could say that so let me pause a second so I can knock on wood.

OK, back.

Anyway, instead of going to the shore or taking a day trip, we stuck around, walked down the empty streets, soaked up the sun and enjoyed our fantastic friends.

In talking about our time, I realize that I haven’t yet completely¬† (or properly) introduced some central characters in our lives: Our next door neighbors.

I have referenced them a few times, like how they got me the nicest birthday gift and how they have been there for us through some very tough times. We just moved into our home 18 months ago, but it seems like our next door neighbors are life-long friends. They have two young girls, both a bit older than my daughter, and they make for excellent playmates/teachers/mother’s helpers.

Because I live in a sideways facing house, any time I am exiting or entering my home, my view is right at my neighbor’s house. And it’s awesome. We talk, we laugh, we joke, we tell each other what we are making for dinner, and often decide to just eat together. We get together for wine nights once the kids go to sleep. We sometimes do wine-fueled yoga (and sober yoga as well) and the husband and I sing in Fox and the Hounds together which has brought incredible joy to my life.

We, as families, share so much; beers at the bar, microphones, cook-outs, secrets, inside jokes, baked goods…they are the perfect neighbors and the reason why I never want to leave.

I liken it sometimes to being in college; they are just next door, so when I want to grab a beer or see one of them outside on a recliner, we can just get together on a whim. And it’s awesome.

This weekend we got a lot of time with our neighbors and friends, as we hosted a nice, old fashioned BBQ on Saturday, which ended up with some spontaneous Bocce playing in our backyard. Then the kids went to bed and the adults gathered in the living room, laughing at ridiculous and funny stories about everything from med school to making late-night frappucinos.

On Sunday evening, my husband went to the late night showing of X-Men (which explains this) with a group of guys (including our neighbor), but before my best friend, who dropped off her husband, drove away, she came up to my dark bedroom and hugged me. It doesn’t get much better than that.

Today we swam with them, our daughter’s god-parents, and they led her around the pool and cared for her so delicately, I felt so grateful. I always feel grateful for them. I am also grateful that they are letting me help them pick paint for their new home (see above).

And then tonight, things reached a whole new level.

We were invited next door for a BBQ. The food was excellent, and I licked several bones clean of incredible, big-green-egg-grilled ribs.

But it also allowed me to try something that I have been wanting to for awhile now:

Peeps S’mores.


I am going to go ahead and boast (as I have been all night) that I am genius for this invention.

The sugar from the Peeps caramelizes, making for a crunchy outside with a gooier than normal inside marshmallow.

They are insane.

This was my first go at it

photo-9And because they’re amazing and smart and adorable, the girls drew sidewalk chalk pictures of me eating the s’mores. How can it get better than that?

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photo 2-3We joke that they consider me half grown-up/half playmate, because I do things like offer to let them chalk my hair, sing duets and,


make S’mores out of Peeps.

So, my neighbors and my best friends are wonderful, which led to a much needed weekend of fun and food and togetherness.

And as far as Peeps go, I have the very best.

Scenes from The Bean/Happy Birthday, Twin!

11 Apr

So, I’ve been keeping a bit of a secret from you.

Actually, it’s kind of big…

(…at least in this land….the Land of Mom, that is.)

2 weeks ago, I spent my first weekend away WOB (without babe).

It’s taken me this long to share because

a) I had to find the right words

b) I had to process all that it meant to me

c) I have been terribly homesick for the weekend, and I was not yet ready to tap into all of the emotions that came along with it

d) I had many missed baby hugs to make up for

So, let’s start with a little question:

You have a baby, you spend every moment with her (save a few 8-10 hour stretches) for 2 weeks shy of 2 years. It’s time to leave her for the very first time. Where do you go?

I know what you’re thinking.

Duh! So obvious! (In the words of my girl, A,) Obviduh! You go see Twin!

So, after months of planning, (with a few moments of agonizing sprinkled in there) and a six hour train ride,

the husband and I arrived in Boston,

and, more specifically, into the arms of Twinny and Go Go.

It was perfection.

It was so us;

Wandering through Harvard Square, arm-in-arm;

Sharing bites of Grape Nuts Ice Cream and Anadama Bread

and sips of sparkling sake and gourmet hot cocoa;

Lingering in the Poetry and Children’s Books sections of the book store, reading about Haiku and Miro and Eric Carle;

Midnight dance parties and morning ebelskivers;

Our weekend meant so much to us. To all of us.

Our weekend made me feel light

and made me feel happy

and made me feel proud.

But, there’s only so much I can say in words.

So, here they are; Some Scenes from The Bean (and by scenes, I mean iPhone pictures of the food we ate…because that’s what you peeps really care about, right?!):

When I say that our weekend was delicious, I am not just referring to all of the sushi and onion rings and burgers and treats we indulged in during our stay. They were all great, yes, but nothing compared to the pure bliss of 3 solid days with my Twin.

And while it was hard for me to be apart from my little girl

(I missed a whole day of her life,

as that Saturday was the very first and only day of her existence that I missed seeing her wake up in the morning. It was weird, I tell you.)

it was also important.

Important for us (relationship us)

important for us (friendship us)

important for us (Twinship us)

and important for me.

Being a mother (for me) has meant giving all of myself to my little mini. But, in doing that,

in living the life of my dreams,

I lost some of my independent self along the way.

From the moment I became pregnant, my life was lo longer my own. Everything about me began to revolve around my daughter.

And so, our trip to Boston was rejuvenating. It was re-me-venating.

It was just what we needed.

And on that note, I would like to take this opportunity to thank the woman who was not only the Hostess with the Mostest,

but who, in the past 7 years of our Twinship,

has taught me what it means to be a sister, a friend and a golden, genuine, top knotch human being.

Happy Birthday, to my girl, way up Nahth.

I hope that you know how much better you’ve made my life

just by being in it.

I love you and am honored today, and always, to call you my twin.

Happy birthday, Happy Everything,

Happiness Always.




24 Feb

24. Inside Your Bathroom Cabinet

Now, i’m used to sharing many personal things on here,

but this…

this is intimacy, folks.

And here you have it. Now you know why my skin smells like patchouli and coconut, that I hoard bottles of Secret Spring Breeze deoderant (because they’ve discontinued the original, a scent that I lived for in eighth grade) and that I have recently begun waging a war against eye wrinkles (until about 15 minutes ago, my nighttime skin routine involved washing my face with a bar of Dove Sensitive Skin soap and then moisturizing with Cetaphil lotion. Baby steps, peeps. Baby steps.)

And as a side note, this is one photo I would love to see responses to. If you’d be so kind,

so open,

so brave,

I’d love for you to post a response with a photo of your own bathroom cabinet. I am always on the look out for new, great products.

And hoarders.

Can’t wait to see whatchyu got!