Things you may not know about me at this moment in time: I watch Daredevil, the Netflix series. (And no, this is not a sponsored post. Since I work with Netflix, I just find myself suuuuper aware of their programming and it becomes my go-to for unwinding in short bursts. Another thing you might not know about me: I believe it’s possible to “unwind” in “short bursts.” That right there might speak more about my psyche than anything else on {Read More}
Brave.
March 26, 2015 By 2 Comments
When I was a little kid, my Dad used to take us sledding at The Pit. A questionably safe, still in use/long out of use gravel pit where gigantic trucks would dig up clay for some unknown, terribly mysterious and ghost-story-romantic reason. (At least in the head of a seven year-old.) I was a pretty short person- especially back then- but I don’t think I’m exaggerating in the slightest when I say that the clay hills comprising The Pit were {Read More}
My Family’s Ridiculously Close Call At The Boston Marathon.
April 18, 2013 By 15 Comments
This is not my story. It’s my family’s story. My family was in Boston on Marathon Monday. My entire side of the family. My marathoner sister Rachel- who raised over 11k in honor of my Dad for Dana Farber- my parents, my sister Emily, Rachel’s best friend Barry, my sister Kate, her husband Tom, and their three little boys Quinn, Cole, and Declan. I wasn’t there. I was at Disneyland. (More on that bizarre juxtaposition later.) When the first bomb {Read More}
Why I Should Never Travel Alone; Ghost Story Edition.
March 6, 2013 By 6 Comments
And now, filed under Things Which Make Me Question/Hate Myself: The other morning, as I made my way to the train- laden with bags and more than a little guilt at leaving my children for the weekend- I thought about my parents, whom I was excited to see. My kids, whom I already missed. The amount of work which might never see the light of day. My imminent flight sans children or [non-psychological] baggage, and the pressure I was putting {Read More}
Keely Brings The Mood Down A Notch.
August 23, 2012 By 10 Comments
Summer. And maybe a touch of roughhousing. Last summer, when I was humongously pregnant with [the-yet-to-be-determined] Susannah, Nora and I had a terrific time. Really. We had picnics every place that featured tables (and some that didn’t). There were nature hikes, tamale stand stalkings, and midday naps in my bed (because we couldn’t fit into hers). I was so [beyond] thrilled to be having
The Story Of The Monkey.
October 7, 2011 By 9 Comments
So this is the story of Susannah Mae. I will attempt to toe the line between crazy gory details (’cause there are people who really, really wanna know) and uh, non-crazy gory details. ‘Cause there are definitely people who DON’T. And pardon in advance my odder-than-usual vernacular, as well as the moments where I appear to be trailing off mid-sent… The drugs are my friends. Anyway. On the morning of the 4th, we set our alarms for 5am, knowing that we {Read More}
T Minus WHAT?!
October 3, 2011 By 7 Comments
Donesville. Okay, this is getting nuts. By tomorrow morning at this time- if all goes according to plan- I will be holding the newest member of the mini Schoeny family. Which blows my mind right outta my head and plops it onto the dining room table, which I have yet to stop dusting. It’s very strange to know precisely when your pregnancy will be done. And at the same time, you almost wish you’d go into labor (regardless of how wonky {Read More}
Ice Cream, Anxiety, And Public(ish) Peeing.
September 29, 2011 By 3 Comments
Last night I had an illicit dream. About ice cream. Apparently, my subconscious wants a giant mug of ice cream with all of the add-ins, swirls, and goopy goodness. The best part? My older sister was in the grocer’s freezer section with me (I never call it that, the grocer’s freezer, by the way- I think that’s commercial lingo finding its way into my vernacular) and SHE was the one who was all like- Diabetes? COME ON. You have less than a week. {Read More}
