I’m not afraid of the dark. Not really. I’m afraid of what reveals itself in the dark, real or imagined. At the age of three, after being storied and back-rubbed and tucked into bed, I would call my mom back into my room. “There are spiders on the wall,” I whispered, pointing a small index finger towards the nearest dim…
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*This giveaway is now closed. Thanks so much for reading and commenting! Shortly before Michael and I married, his grandmother began to show signs of advanced alzheimer’s disease. Neighbors found her wandering in town wearing her pajamas and slippers with no recollection of how to get home, while simple facts like her children’s names and how to run the dishwasher…
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One of my husband’s favorite past-times is internet research. I’m fairly certain he invents potential hobbies or DIY projects in order to spend time researching them online. This is great when it involves fixing the leaky faucet or refinishing my ugly kitchen cabinets, but I often find him researching obscurities, such as “how to sharpen a saber” or “where to…
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After my third pregnancy—and despite a lifetime of avoiding every form of athletics—I decided to take up running. In those middling years of my 30s, I found myself wading through a deep identity crisis, unsure of my purpose and place, apart from the quotidian tasks of laundry and diaper changes. I spent my days in the weeds of raising small…
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*This is a repost from the recent archives because sometimes you need a little jazz in your life. Because we live on the doorstep of NYC, we often find the culture of city life seeping into our everyday. Our highways jam with commuters, and our schedules swell with too much to do in too little time. We pay exorbitant prices…
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