Today is my birthday (thank you, thank you), but unfortunately it seems my almost 2-year-old either didn't get the memo, couldn't read the memo, or did somehow read it and now wants to bite the memo and throw it into the pee-pee pool sitting at the bottom of his race car potty. In other words,... Continue Reading →
In the weeks after my first child was born, I remember staring up through bloodshot, envious eyes at my sister-in-law, Leah Guzman, while clutching my tiny new human to my chest. She was thriving as an artist and a mother of two, and from my tired, unshowered, spit up-covered place on the couch, it appeared that her breed of quiet confidence had been instilled at birth, emitting not even a hiccup as she crossed the threshold of motherhood. Turns out I was wrong.
Like most parents of little kids, I like to be prudent with how I ration my free time, and flipping through hundreds of pages on poop management just didn't seem like an appealing way to unwind after a 13-hour day entertaining my wee ones. But still I've had really positive and quick results with potty training both of my kids, and I thought I had might as well share my tips here in case it might make things easier for someone else.
Becky's tie dyeing journey began six years ago, when she bought a kit for her oldest son's 8th birthday party. "I was instantly in love." Four years and two babies later, she found herself at the helm of a thriving — and sustainable — custom clothing business.
I can't write too much about the first year of either of my children's lives. Neither one of them slept more than three hours at a stretch for the entirety of that time, and as a result, my memory formation was impaired. Thank goodness for camera phones! Flipping through my iCloud storage helps me piece... Continue Reading →
The world is in chaos, and so was my psyche. Until I made some basic — yet vital — changes. I was furloughed from my job in travel advertising in April and, with respect to all the people out there who have been left in dire straits by the reverb of the coronavirus, my layoff... Continue Reading →