Dear New Kindergarten Mom


Dear New Kindergarten Mom, This morning, I bundled my boys into the stroller and went out for one last impromptu morning walk. Max will be starting kindergarten next week, and the days spent hanging out in our jammies and meandering to the nearest park or Starbucks are almost over. My best friend texted me a picture of her own 5-year-old a few minutes later, standing in front of his new elementary school. "How did we get here?!" I texted back. It was yesterday that we were pregnant together. Visiting the fire station with toddlers together. Welcoming second babies together. "How did we get here?!" Well, Mama, I want you to take a break from packing lunches and tucking pencils into

Damn You, Stitch Fix!

StitchFix Jeans

I am a sucker for clothes.  Lots of clothes.  I'm sort of a collector/hoarder/treasure-hunter when it comes to putting outfits together.  I find excuses to cruise around the mall when Ben is napping peacefully in the stroller (it counts as exercise!).  I obsess about buying multiples of things that I love (Old Navy tank tops to go under everything, every single pair of American Eagle super soft skinny jeans that I can possibly find).  But as much as I binge on clothing, I end up wearing the same.damn.thing every single day.  Tank top and maxi skirt.  Tank top and jeans, maybe a flowy cardigan.  Favorite earrings.  Wet ponytail.  Bam.  Mascara on a good day. The 25 year old me would kick



My little "big" guy turned 5 a few weeks ago, so I figured it's never too late to share his birthday letter with you! Dear Max, Five years ago today, you were letting us know that you were ready to come into the world.  You were scrunched up tight in my belly, folded over like you had just jumped off of the Olympic high dive.  You were bottom-down, head up, and very stuck.  We couldn't quite figure out how you managed to get yourself in that position at the very end of your 39 weeks inside, but knowing you now, it all makes sense.  You are full of energy, curiosity, and endless movement.  Of course you got stuck. But you didn't want to wait for the c-section we had

The Last First Year


There is a moment in motherhood when you realize that you have been holding your breath. As if forgetting to breathe will somehow slow the passage of time, in all the right places. It is the deep inhale as your baby settles in to sleep, buffered and bolstered by the crook of your arm, the sticky sweat at the back of his neck wetting your forearm as you move to stand up.  In the seconds before you transfer him to his crib, you notice for the hundredth time how his cheeks flush when he's sleeping.  The way that his pouty rosebud lips purse and relax in a sucking rhythm, even when he's done nursing.  The way that his little hands clench as he dreams.  You offer up silent prayers for a

Drum Circle Mamas

I grew up next to the ocean, but I rarely went in. The water was always too much of something.  Too cold, too salty, too unforgiving.  The currents were strong, and I wasn't a great swimmer.  The speckled blue waves were murky as they churned toward shore, and I was afraid of what swam beneath. The ocean didn't belong to me, but the beach did. The beach at sunset was my favorite place to be.  As teenagers, we would sit in tight clusters together, the jagged edges of the cliffs scratching at the back of our legs.  We would traipse in flip-flops, over the powdery sand below, cocooned in hooded sweatshirts, watching fireworks explode over the horizon.  My best friend and I would drive

I Am A Kind Mama

I have something very important to tell you, so I need you to listen up. Are you ready for it? Celebrities are not experts on anything other than being a celebrity. They're not. They're not doctors.  They aren't psychologists.  They aren't researchers, or social workers, or childcare providers.  They aren't chefs (though they have them).  They aren't home organization gurus (though they employ them).  And they definitely aren't pediatricians (though they take their kids to them). So why are we taking advice from them? Now don't get me wrong.  I would love for Alicia Silverstone to tell me the secret to an amazing audition.  Or what it was like acting in one of the biggest

Bitchy Starbucks Lady

My dear friend, the Bitchy Starbucks Lady, is sharing her special charm on MSN today.  I thought I'd invite her over for a late-night cup of coffee, so that you'd have the pleasure of meeting her :)   *************************************************************************** I didn't know that you were behind me until suddenly you were next to me. Your perfectly blown-out brown bobbed hair brushed my shoulder as your hand landed on Ben's stroller. "He's so sweet!" you cooed at him, and I put my phone down to look up and thank you.  Your eyes were kind and inviting, and Bennie immediately looked up to meet them.  He grinned.  You talked to him in the sing-song baby voice that all