I dont do leftovers</ Look inside a person's refrigerator and you will get a glimpse into their soul. Or at least their bad eating habits that they hide from everyone. When I was pregnant people who opened my refrigerator door were shocked to find no food therein. I […]
In New York you do not magically have a spare room. Oftentimes, you may not really have a kitchen or you may have a bathroom for which you have to stand in the hallway in order to brush your teeth. Extra space in New York? Nah, never gonna […]
Water, water everywhere My mother was very scared of the water. She was mostly fearful of pools and oceans. When she was a tween (before said tween label existed) she nearly drowned at a New York beach. She flailed around and wailed for what […]
Last but not least I’d like to thank my Latina Mom twice This past weekend saw the celebration of Mother’s Day. Sunday was a gloriously beautiful day in New York. Everywhere one turned you saw flowers, bird houses and pies on sale as part of the Mother’s […]
Your hunger drives my soul Your outstretched legs expand my awe Your curled-up body sweeps me up in love Your quietly sitting eyes push my dance for joy Your tears sting my eyes Your pained arm crushes my heart Your hunger drives my soul Your laughter heals my […]
Missing my mom’s voice on my birthday I shall be taking a leap by going blonde A few days ago it was my birthday. Typically it rains on my birthday parade. Amazingly, this time around there was no rain puddles for my feet to step in. There was […]
The early bird gets the worm plus all the extra work I am generally up at the crack of dawn. If I wake up at 7am, I am waking up either an hour too late or it is a sunday. My son appears to have the early bird […]
“Are you punking me?” “No. Mom. I’m not punking you” “Yes, you have to be punking me” “No, mom. I truly am pregnant” “Oh my god. I never thought it would happen. You were so convinced you would never have a baby you had me convinced. I was […]
Letting my go of my son’s hand Before I was a mom, I certainly had heard of the difficulties parents have of letting go of their kids. There is the universal fearful image or scene of the parents dropping off their kids at college and returning to their […]
All my little four year old boy could do for the first two weeks in June was sing: Hands up, baby, hands up, Gimme your heart, gimme, gimme your heart Gimme gimme Hands up, baby, hands up, Gimme your heart, gimme, gimme your heart Gimme gimme All […]
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