You know you are in the need of some serious R & R when you look forward to your eyebrow threading appointment because you get to sit there for 10 minutes (albeit in excruciating pain) and do nothing.
 
I remember the first time I had my eyebrows threaded. I was twenty and in India with [...]

 
Today I had to give a urine sample while my 3-year old watched.
 
I am not used to this. I am used to squeezing in a doctor’s appointment between deadlines and meetings. I am used to walking over to my downtown doctor from my downtown job. I am used to it taking all of an hour.
 
Yet, [...]

 
 
Could it be that I actually like being a homemaker? These are the things I have found out in the past 6 weeks of being a stay-at-home mom:
 
1) My son can actually draw a circle, a straight line, and is interested in sitting down every morning and practicing his letters and numbers.
 
2) He can also [...]

 
 
Might as well face it, I’m addicted to love.
 
The love of my 3-year old son, that is.
 
I have had few addictions in the past. Only one and smoking cigarettes is not a glamorous addiction. I kicked it (kind of) but still feel like there are two types of people in life: those who crave cigarettes and [...]

 
Turns out I am a do-it-yourself stay-at-home home. In the past 3 weeks, I have been to Lowe’s or Home Depot no less than seven times. G now recognizes the Home Depot sign and although I would like to think he understands that Home Depot starts with the letter “H” due to our diligent letter [...]

 
                                    Hanging in a bag
                                    on the back of my
                                    bedroom door handle
                                    Taunting me with your
                                    peep toes and
                                    shiny gold lamé straps
 
                                    How I love you
 
                                    For a mere
                                    fourteen dollars I, too, could
                                    dance like Baby in her
                                    filmy, organza dress and
                                    shimmering shoes
 
                                    Yet, why do I hold back [...]

 
I was destined to be a smoker.
 
As a child, I would religiously make my own cigarettes. I would roll up pieces of white paper (cut exactly 5 inches long), seal them with tape, meticulously color cotton balls with a red marker and then shove them into the ends of the paper rolls.
 
The pièce de [...]

 
“Don’t put your fingers under the seat. The L train is full of boogies and pee pee.”
 
Not really such a complete lie.
 
“Full of boogies? How?”
 
Passengers on the red line heading north towards Howard are now, like my son, wondering how.
 
“Well, some people are gross and wipe their boogies all over the seats and the handles [...]

 
It is a word that
you think you will
never use as
a young mother
 
Those perfect mothers may say
how irresponsible
how undeserving she is to have that child
how utterly lacking in respect for all that is
sacred in motherhood
 
Yet as you lay in your bed
trying to let go of a migraine
that you have had now for
 
Ten Days
 
listening [...]