Evenings are not my most productive time. After dinner and the girls’ bedtimes, exhaustion hits hard. I know this, but that knowledge doesn’t stop me from making big plans to write and edit photos or organize and clean – plans I reliably jettison after 30 minutes of effort, leaving me feeling disappointed in myself. [Read more…]
It’s been a trying week. The list of trials is long on the mundane but the presence of some heavy stuff too is enough to keep me in the moment. Enough to make me realize that needing to get the car towed, breaking a major appliance, having a kid home sick with pink eye, or even all three, are actually pretty great problems to have.
The shorter version is: this weekend everything broke and we got some health news about a loved one, and either despite all that or because of it, we’re incredibly fortunate to be muddling through such a rich life. [Read more…]
I woke up this morning to the sound of pouring rain. Unseasonable warmth means we have the windows flung wide. This morning’s downpour has given way to a drizzle, and outside, birds chirp, geese honk, and rain drops plop. Inside, the tree is lit with a single strand blinking, its verdant pine fragrance enhanced by the humid air.
Brian’s running errands with the girls right now. Soon we’ll all be back home listening to Christmas music, making cookies, and probably bickering about some nonsense. Before I’m swept up, before you’re off to wherever you’re going, I want to wish you the merriest possible Christmas. [Read more…]
We woke up, groggier than usual, to a gray, rainy morning. The weather seems fitting after such a warm, forgiving kind of weekend – we feasted as a family of four and then traveled to celebrate with family and friends near DC, enjoying the unusually warm weather and pink sunsets all the while.
This dreary Sunday will be dedicated to gearing back up for the busy time ahead – preparing for reentry. We also need to make something delicious with our leftovers. [Read more…]
Sarah Coates is the cool Australian behind The Sugar Hit, one of my favorite food blogs both for its recipes and punchy writing. She also has a cookbook out now that’s just as exuberant and funny as I hoped and expected. In a time of Scandi refinement and muted tones, Sarah’s bold colors, distinct voice, and unapologetically sweet, gooey, crazy delicious recipes stand out. It’s not called The Sugar Hit for nothing, people. [Read more…]
On Sunday, Brian and I slept in while the girls watched TV and ate whatever weird snacks they could cobble together. Since they’d already eaten their first breakfast, there was time to make waffles at a leisurely pace. We put on a record and made a big pot of coffee, and eventually, sat down to apple waffles. Later, we went to the park and library – all the while absorbing the beautiful September sunshine. [Read more…]
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On a hot summer Saturday eight years ago, Brian and I went to Prune for brunch. Like every meal I ever had at Prune, it was epic. (Lots of places in NYC phone it in when it comes to brunch, Prune, however, is not messing around.) But the reason I remember that brunch in particular is that Prune is teeny tiny. And, well, I was not. I was 41 weeks pregnant with a baby girl who in short order would come into the world at an impressive 9 pounds 10 ounces. Being full-term and all, I needed to go to the bathroom at least twice during our brunch and this meant that literally half the tables in the restaurant had to stand up to let me through. After brunch, Brian and I went on a walk all the way around the southern tip of Manhattan, and back up through Tribeca and on to Union Square. (The adventure was an ill-fated attempt to walk myself into labor.)
All these years later, I’m glad we went to brunch that day and enjoyed our last childless meal at a restaurant. [Read more…]
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Over the summer, I took to working mostly in the evenings. I’d wait for the sun to tip below our neighbor’s house, throwing a lovely golden light over the spot where I take pictures. I’d rush to get everything set up and then snap photos for an hour or so. Sometimes, I’d be thwarted by an evening storm, family, chaos, or poor timing, but I mostly got my shots.
Now, the light is changing – the sun’s tilting southward and each day I’m encountering shifting shadows and weird light. It’s also increasingly unacceptable for my photography schedule to push dinner back past 8 (the kids have school and all). The summer rhythm is dissipating, and though I’m glad for fall, I’m having a hard time letting go of the long days and beautiful light. [Read more…]
Summer obsessives hold on to the season until the equinox makes things official in late September. For others, it’s the end of Labor Day weekend that signals summer’s end (it falls especially late this year). I’m a weather nerd, and as such, tend to adhere to the meteorological calendar in which the seasons change with the weather – meteorological fall ticks over on September 1. [Read more…]
I was up late last night making a batch of nectarine rosemary jam. Earlier, I’d been out to a local low-spray orchard with a friend, and we came back with boxes of seconds for preserving. Though plenty sweet and flavorful, the seconds were between 50 and 75 percent cheaper than their unblemished cousins, making it far too easy to buy an amount of nectarines and peaches that can only be described as totally crazy (somewhere around a bushel and a half).
Please, send canning jars my way – I’m all out. [Read more…]