There's something to say about the everyday
A few days ago I entered a yoga and meditation class three minutes before it was scheduled to start. I walked around the packed studio hoping someone would make room for me but it seemed the laminated card I held in my hand authorizing my presence was falling on blind eyes. No one was moving.... Continue Reading →
So here’s an interesting anecdote. Last night after my husband cooked me a mouth-watering plate of pasta vongole accompanied by a delicious Chianti, instead of showering him with compliments and affection I felt annoyed because he ended the evening by breaking a new crystal glass of wine. Oh yes. No joke. My dysfunctional mind chose... Continue Reading →
On Friday November 4th my mother went to the Jewish General Hospital for a procedure meant to fix an unsuccessful bypass she had undergone six months ago. It's been virtually a year that she's been dealing with symptoms related to blockages in her arteries and while we thought that the worst was behind us, that she could... Continue Reading →
I know she is, she's absolutely gorgeous and I'm thankful that she’s received the best of both worlds. As the child of an Indian mother and an Italian father she could have come out looking like cousin Itt but, instead, she's the perfect balance of east meets west. She just doesn't need to hear it... Continue Reading →
It starts as soon as you begin looking for daycare. The guilt and discomfort with the idea of leaving your child under the care of strangers for virtually nine (NINE!) hours a day, five days a week. What makes matters worst is that your search cannot be based on the best care available but rather what's close to... Continue Reading →
The sun is shining, the weather is warming, the flip flops are out in full swing but, you, you look in the mirror and realize that your hair is three inches longer than it needs to be, you’re dressed in the drabby black and grey theme that has sustained you through the cold winter months... Continue Reading →
It's the 22 month mark. Just when you think you have it all under control, that you've mastered dinner time, bed time, quality time and spousal time - you're faced with a so called sleep regression. In my case what this means is baby girl's 8PM bed time has now been pushed to 9. An... Continue Reading →
I remember it vividly. Two weeks after giving birth I visited my in laws where my father in law looked at me, smiled and said "finally out of your sweat pants eh?”. I didn't take it personally (little did he know they were safely tucked away in my diaper bag), but it did make me question whether... Continue Reading →
My sister says babies are born yogis...I don't know, I've never seen a yogi jerk herself backwards into what looks like a convulsion because she can't watch Sesame Street during breakfast or throw her dinner plate on the floor because she's not allowed to use my steak knife as a teether. Temper tantrums don't seem... Continue Reading →
Motherhood isn't easy, anyone who says otherwise is either lying to you or to themselves or both. Sometimes being a mom even blows. It's the hard truth that doesn't take away from the love you have for your kid(s) nor does it make you less of a parent for feeling it. But let's be honest, life... Continue Reading →
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