I wanted to write a post about yoga–not the 30-day challenge I did several weeks ago, but the pretzel poses baby girl gets herself into, how flexible babies are, etc…but it would be so much cuter with photos, which a) I don’t have and b) I wouldn’t post here anyway unless you couldn’t see Missy’s […]


I had a strong feeling my first child would be a girl.  It runs in the family.  My mother and all four of my sisters had girls first.  Of course I would be the same. Hubby also insisted he wanted only daughters.  As the second of two boys, he had begged his parents for a […]


You weren’t supposed to exist.  We willed you into being.  We also had a lot of help. And a lot of luck. After our first failed attempt, we couldn’t afford another round of IVF, and I thought we’d never get to try again.  But Aba’s family helped us–Saba and Dod T–because they wanted very much […]

Vanity and Virtue

My mother, your Grammy, was a model in her late teens and early twenties. This was in an era when models were not the slouchy, anorexic things they are now. She did some commercial stuff, mostly car shows, I think, and, unfortunately, there is no photographic evidence in existence today. She had the build for […]

The Twelfth Month

I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that my baby girl is twelve months old. And her twelfth month was a big one! It was the month she started walking. The occasional single step turned into three or four in a row, which quickly became half a dozen, and soon […]


For as long as I can remember, I have loved books. Words and illustrations. The weight and smell and feel of a book in my hands. The worlds that exist between the pages. I was a good reader from a young age (though not fast, no faster than the voice of the narrator in my […]