There have been many positives about moving across the country, away from my beloved New York City. I have found one glaring, nagging negative though; my absence from the community of bloggers and the relationships that I developed with inspiring women. I miss the fascinating...
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My mother's relatives came to America on the proverbial, yet very literal boat from Greece. My grandfather, also from Greece, had picked my grandmother out of a photo to be his wife after his own arrival from the gorgeous country and they separately made their...
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By the time we depart Guatemala on Sunday, we will have been here seven days. That's close to four days longer than I have ever been apart from any of my children. I knew going into this experience that it would be a challenge for...
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There have been a few times in my life when the very basic principals of my own humanity were the only things keeping me hopeful. Being alone with Jack in the crowded emergency room while he went through rounds of steroids to rescue him from...
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As much as it pains me to say it, my children are growing up. We moved to New York City in the middle of their toddlerhoods; Diapered, teething and wide-eyed. Zoe had barely begun to walk, yet knew her way around our building well enough to...
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My first born will turn four next week. It didn't truly hit me until we went to test out real, big kid bikes yesterday. Suddenly, seeing him on that bike made me realize in that moment that he's a kid now. I disguised my teary eyes and...
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Every so often, something happens in life that is so poignant, fantastic and incredibly random that it makes you stop and think. About 4 months ago we decided that it was time to sell our high chair. We posted about it on a local bulletin and...
ReadI've been trying to think of the perfect Mother's Day post, and I was struggling to come up with words that could encompass the way I feel about being a mother. It was nearly impossible. Sometimes words themselves cannot do justice, so I made a...
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