Fighting Off “Something More Syndrome”

I’m sitting on my bed on a Friday night, typing blog drafts on my iPhone while Netflix’s new series “Love” plays in the background. (Really enjoying it…Gillian Jacobs = super-groovy, and j’adore everytime her Aussie roommate pops up in a scene.) I’ve just paid a million bills, and cleaned up the kitchen (kind of) after making an oven omelet and roasting butternut squash, apples and potatoes for quick lunches early next week. Earlier after dropping off the baby with his grandparents, I worked at one of my jobs, did a bunch of high-intensity calisthenic intervals because I didn’t have time

A Slow, Steady September

The humidity’s been insane lately. The air feels like a damp blanket, or a giant sauna. I usually hate limp, boneless days like this — and the bugs and b.o. that seems to thrive in the moistness — but the barista at my local downtown cafe told me she thinks of it like a giant embrace from the world, so I’m trying that on. A sweaty, stinky embrace, but a loving one nevertheless. I’m impatient for fall. Fall is my spiritual new year, full of endeavor and purpose. My nerdy self always loved the annual rituals of school supplies and

An Insomniac’s Survival Guide To New Parenthood

There is a lot to be petrified about when you’re getting ready to give birth and become a parent. Hemorrhages, depression, exhaustion, psychologically ruining a small, innocent human being: pick your damage! Yes, I jest, but all those are valid fears to face when preparing for parenthood. But for me, the biggest fear was much more mundane: I was most scared of not sleeping.  I know, I know: sleep is the most basic casualty when it comes to becoming a parent. Everyone knows you just never sleep when the presence of a squalling, demanding yet adorable wee one arrives in

A Craving for Clothes

I have fashion on the brain these days. Not in a musing, semi-intellectual art-nun kind of way, but like how when you’re a little kid and you’re like “I want red shoes! I want a ruffly blue dress!” Want, want, want, want, want! Maybe it’s because during pregnancy I felt like I couldn’t enjoy clothes as much as I usually do. It wasn’t like I had it bad during my baby-incubation months — my style always gravitated towards a silhouette with a looser top and a tighter bottom, so I wore a surprising amount of pre-pregnancy clothes for much of