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Today. I woke up, put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes and brought the 4-year-old to pre-school. No make-up. Hair barely brushed. I dropped her…
The other day Bella took some photo albums off the shelf and sat on the couch to peruse.Little Phoebe climbed up the couch and onto her sisters lap and settled…
[Don’t forget to enter the Edible Brooklyn: The Cookbook Giveaway!]Every year for the Super Bowl we all wonder where the heck we are going to watch the game.The year the…
“A single rose can be my garden. . . .A single friend, my world.” ~ Leo Buscaglia, Tireless Advocated of the Power of Love (1924-1998) Friends. I love them. They…
They say it comes in three’s. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – -…
4:30 am, Saturday morning. Quiet. Dark. Can’t sleep. I rolled over and nuzzled my forehead into the open space between Warwick’s neck and shoulder. Perfect fit. Just like a puzzle.I…
For a few years when I was a kid, my family lived in a tenement in Germany. The building sat on top of this really big hill that we used…