There's something to say about the everyday
Amidst the countless challenges I've faced over the last 3 years of being a mom...sleep deprivation, breastfeeding mishaps, failed attempts at disciplining and so on and so forth, I've always counted myself lucky that my husband and I could take baby girl to fairly nice restaurants. I'm not talking "family friendly" rotisserie chicken or burger... Continue Reading →
When life gives you a whiny toddler, put on an episode of Girls and reach for that pint of Häagen-Dazs cookie dough ice cream. For one woman's muffin top is another woman's washboard abs. Try not to be fooled by fellow mommy Pinterest accounts, all toddlers are gremlins that tantrum when they can't eat marshmallows... Continue Reading →
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 →
"I want to get off and go home again." I want to lie with my mother on the couch at 80 Easton while she brushes her fingers through my hair. I want to have chai and toast with my parents and siblings on Saturday morning while watching Bollywood and listening to my father tell stories, I want to go camping in Old... Continue Reading →
A cousin of mine recently expressed the fact that she felt rejected after sensing that she was approached by a guy only as second choice to her sister. Her feelings prompted me to recount what I had experienced growing up with my own sister over the course of twenty some odd years. We weren’t best friends, not... 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 →
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