Stuck

I feel stuck. In this house. 6 months quarantined. Even the backyard is off limits. Wildfire smoke and ashes in the sweltering summer heat. Hot, smelly, uncomfortable. I am stuck. In my body. 8 weeks pregnancy hormones causing nausea at the thought of harmless food. Did you know ice cubes have an offensive odor? All my

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Choices

We are going to Trader Joe’s and our red flyer wagon catches my eye. Hmm I wonder if that would be fun to pull the kids in? During our summer trips to SoCal, we had carted our little ones to various playgrounds, Legoland and the beach in this spectacular vehicle. It brought back so many

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Trampoline

Eyes closed, the happiest smile, wavy hair bouncing with every dainty toddler prance. The sunlight sparkled on her chubby face in a moment of pure bliss. The magic left a mark on my soul. That unhindered, unfiltered, silly giddy joy. My little S knew how to have fun on that trampoline. What did it feel

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18 months

Little girl, you captivate us with who you are – your irrepressible joy, your adventurous spirit, your remarkable comprehension and keen observation for 1 and a half. Gleefully dance-splashing in puddles, excitedly spotting the solitary ground hog among the flowers at Trader Joe’s, impatiently directing Daddy to the sample station where you can enjoy curious new flavors, running away

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I want to go to there

Right after I completed my last college midterms or finals, I would put on my rollerblades, traverse busy Boston streets to get to the Esplanade and gleefully speed along the Charles River without a care in the world. There was something about moving fast that felt like I had outrun all my troubles. Whether I had done well on my

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