foodie prose–ode to 7 good things

slick skin, smooth flesh, wide pit. slicing it in half and cubing the flesh the way my best friend learned to do in Hawaii, eating the cubes off the knife blade without cutting our tongues. mango sorbet and in lassi at the Indian place on the corner. sweet and cool from some place far away. […]

One of the many uses for the laundry basket around our house:

I know I’ve been a bit picture-heavy in my last few posts, I’m a bit stunned with how quickly Bean is growing & changing (daily, hourly.) He’s starting to crawl–he can get his feet up under his but now, and get fully up into a crawling position, and he then he just sort of hangs […]

Help me, he’s teething

Any & all tips,suggestions and sympathy would be appreciated right about now, Internet. The kid has become a little monster, gnawing and chomping on everything.
OH, and people, what in the world do you do to explain to a 6 month old who doesn’t understand language, that BOOBS ARE NOT FOR BIGHTING????

Us, now

I guess it’s about progress

No art and no running, but I finished the first half of that damn piece of writing that I’ve been struggling with all week. It completely kicked my ass. Made me delve deeply into my parent’s belief system, to try and locate within it what drew them together, and later, what created the gap that […]

Super Bean

My little man spends most of his day doing this. He’s OBSESSED with being on his tummy, and has now started pulling his feet up under his belly and scooting forward. Often he accompanies the pose pictured with a lovely roar.
This is all very exciting, but does he have to do it ALL THE […]

The way we operate

We went on a run tonight, along the lake, as we do most nights. A little over 4 miles in all, our route takes us past the busy city center, and then down along the waterfront bike path where old train cars sit abandoned on rusted tracks, painted with fantastic graffiti art. The path is […]

Taking risks

I sat down to write tonight, not for this blog, but for the bigger writing I’m doing in my life–for a writing workshop I’ve become a part of—and eventually, possibly, for a book. Last week, after barely making the deadline, I submitted a dozen pages describing my father’s death. Of what I learned from being […]

Where I walk

Can we talk about moth balls for a minute? Seriously, Internet, who uses moth balls, really?

Who? You might ponder? My UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOR’S MOTHER, that’s who.
But she doesn’t use them in airtight containers to kill larval moths that might be munching through her cashmere, which I suppose would be a perfectly acceptable use for known carcinogens, nooo, our neighbor’s fucking mother was using mothballs to KILL SQUIRRELS.
That’s right. She put […]