The thing about being depressed is that your self-care goes to hell in a handbasket. So for the past few years I have looked a hot mess. A mess enough that close friends / some family might comment or make judgements (you know who you are), but not enough that outside people might make too...
Living in New York when finances are tight is no fun. Living anywhere when finances are tight is no fun, but since this is New York, the cultural opportunities are world-renowned and as a parent, one of the best things for me to do is expose my children to museums and anything else I can get...
So far, the time in the new apartment has been good for me. My spirit has been renewed and I have, for the most part, gotten out of my rut. But today is different. I feel the sadness knocking at the door. As sun-drenched as my apartment is, today feels like a more internal day....
Do you believe in Angels? If you don’t believe in non-mortal beings who earn their wings everytime a bell rings, then maybe you believe in people put here to give us messages exactly when we need them… Monday afternoon, following regular labs for my son’s rare and genetic, yet completely managed blood disorder, I was...
Tuesday was my first day alone with the kids in the new apartment. My mom was here from Detroit for what was supposed to be a week and what turned into a month and now we are basically settled. I have been dreaming of this...
It has been quite a month! I am very happy to share the birth story of my son, Malachi. Check the link out below! NYTimes On a Sidewalk in Harlem: A Birth Story http://nyti.ms/TApnZW
Another City Room reject for your enjoyment… I’ll keep trying. They’ll bite one day (I hope). —– Dear Diary: I moved to New York to sit next to strangers in theatres and cafés— To mingle with the many dreamers and doers lured onto this island. In my early years here, I experienced much of that,...
