Best laid plans (a January re-entry blog)

Hi guys! I’m baaack, what’d I miss- ohmyGodWHAT’Shappeningtomorrow?! Kidding, kidding. I may have not been posting, but I certainly haven’t been living under a rock. (Sigh.) Now this is the part where everyone says they were kidding, too. The whole country, in fact. I’ll wait. … Here’s what I’ve learned during my four-week absence from the ol’ blog. (Good grief- four weeks? Christmas was already a month ago? I remember maybe two days of what’s happened since then. Someone needs to {Read More}

Signing off, sending love, sharing ideas

Oh, loves, it has been a YEAR. Since I’m in a share-y kinda mood, here’s this great piece I read the other day. You know how (many, many, many) of you feel like this was an utterly write-off-able year? Here’s the awesome thing: It actually was moderately/pretty close to wonderfully wonderful. Want to keep it that way for 2017 and check off some last-minute gifts at the very same time? Donate here: To help the people of Syria, the Red {Read More}

5 seemingly unrelated December thoughts

The world is way too big right now and the month of December is entirely too short. Life is absolutely careening, my immune system issues are in yuck-ish stasis, and I find myself less and less equipped at dealing with the shebang. So this week- ha ha- I haven’t! Please enjoy my 5 random December thoughts- this week (so far): 5) You know how people are always talking about finding joy, holding joy, and other verb-y ways of keeping joy in {Read More}

Be a good guy.

“Have a good day, buddy. Be…” “-A good guy,” he tells me. That’s Jasper’s constant- and recently new- refrain. This preschooler’s mantra has become oddly more effective than the looming TIME OUT on the couch, more than the seemingly random removal of toys, and definitely more than the promise that, if he’s patient, something nebulously awesome will happen in a half hour or so. Be a good guy.  Since this past summer, it’s seemed an adorably harmless and sweetly moral-compassy catchphrase {Read More}

16 things you should know about my Mom (a birthday list)

Yes, it’s Tuesday. Yes, I’m going to go ahead and pretend it’s my normal Thursday posting date. (Listen, if recent events have taught me anything, it’s that- quite literally- anything can happen. Today I’m spinning that for good.) The main reason I’m posting today is to inform my fellow travelers on the internet that my mother, one Deborah J., is celebrating a birthday today. Which really means she’s being regaled throughout the day by her normal daughters, and then sporadically {Read More}

24 things which are real this week

24 things which are real this week I have the coolest 7 year-old in the history of children. (Her actual birthday choices included, among other things, an hour at the Art Institute, LEGOs, and at least three chapters of Encyclopedia Brown.) P.J. and I have a 7 year-old now. Halloween a mere two days after a birthday is heck on the system. Anti-inflammatory drugs are not nearly as much fun as narcotics. It’s possible to nap for three hours and still {Read More}

35 reasons: A birthday ode to the best guy I know

Today, the world’s most perfect Philip Joseph is 35. Thirty-five. Considering what a youthful youth he was when we first met, that number seems positively made up. (But as Suzy pointed out last night, I’ll always be older. And as P.J. pointed out- much older.) Since we first started celebrating birthdays together, I’ve made a habit of emailing him throughout the day and listing the reasons I’m downright bonkers for him. (It was a tad easier in his middle twenties, {Read More}

Social media detox, or Why I’m a rotten mother.

“Mom, stop ignoring me!” This from Suzy, almost to the point of tears. But the real guilt-zinger? Not only did I have zero idea of what she had been saying, I had had zero idea that she was even STANDING there. Yes. I was on my phone. And yes, I was confirming an activity- for her. At first I was, anyhow. Then I was scrolling through the Facebook feed of someone I didn’t actually like all that much, and hadn’t {Read More}