I wanted to thank you for all the visits, comments and encouragement for my #31days series: at home in Ireland. It was such a treat to share more about our newish life here, show you around our home and hear some of your own stories. I had no idea I had such strong feelings on laundry, heated water and European fashion!
Read moreThe one who came last
Some days you sit in a car with a sleeping child because this is the only moment of peace in your day. He is a blur, in pictures and in your mind, so that when he is stilled - peach lips parted, chest gently rising, not even a sound escaping - you don't dare move for fear of missing it.
Read moreMom, can I start a blog? :: 31 days of messy parenting {day 26}
"Mom, can I start a blog?"
The eldest came at me with this request last week, not altogether out-of-the-blue. He is the super imaginative one, artistic and book-wormy and writer of notes and short stories. Still, I huffed a little bit.
"A blog? Why do you want to start a blog?" I asked him, probably not even looking at him, probably while I myself was on the computer.
Read moreIn Which I search For a Family
When we were young, he slapped my face and I wished him harm. We were not friends, but cousins, and not particularly close ones at that. This was the summer we infiltrated their camps, my sister and I, sleeping between camo sheets and...
Read moreThat caviar is a garnish! (and other things I learned from Nora Ephron)
I was just thinking last week that I should write a post on my obsession with the You’ve Got Mail apartment. You know the one: Kathleen Kelly’s shabby chic brownstone walk-up, home to the lone reed and upright piano, walls covered in books and...
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