Road Noise

Teslas. That’s what we counted on the drive home from Long Island to Upstate. “They’re the ugliest car. I don’t see the attraction,” my father-in-law stated over plum wine and black and blue steaks the evening before. The loud activity that stretched across the wooden farm table froze. Saltwater teenagers, their revulsion highlighted by the…

It’s Fishy

Last month I brought Number Three and his friends to a playdate at a classmate’s country house. The afternoon was a boy’s dream come true– vast sprawling fields to run like wild dogs, a pond for fishing and sinking shoes in the muddy edges, and woods for gathering large weapon-shaped sticks. The boys were so…

The Healing Power of Laughter

My grandfather used to call me a buster. He’d use the moniker when I’d move my mother’s purse from one spot to another — giggling as she searched the kitchen repeating, “I know I just had it.” Or when my sister called asking for a ride and I pretended not to understand her.  In my…

Ticked Off

Last night I stood in front of a blazing fire, screaming hysterically as I tore my clothes from my body and threw them into the flames. Stripped down to nothing, my in-laws sat back in horror, hands covering their mouths, and watched as I demanded someone in the full crowd check my bare naked body.…

Spoiled Milk

..don’t trust the syrup Two, Three and I recently made maple candy, only not by choice. The clear sap we’d collected bubbled, boiled over, and transformed into a hardened, beige-colored concoction that resembled unsettled peanut butter fudge. The boys were crushed. They’d wasted days eagerly watching jugs fill with sap, only to find it turned…

Devine Interventions

I don’t know if I understand divine intervention, God, or the universe. I’ve spent a greater part of my 20s reading books and having deep conversations with individuals who were on a universal path. I toyed in manifesting, though I swear I must not do it right, and I repeat affirmations every morning in an…

Worms In My Sink

There are worms in my sink. 10, the last time I counted. Brown, squirmy, and slithering around my silver drain. I ask my youngest child where they came from. In fairness, he came around the corner with dirt-covered hands and hardened mud on his shirt, instantly identifying himself as the culprit. “I wanted to see…

Sleep Is My Favorite Thing

“Mom, what’s your favorite thing to do?” One will ask me.  My first answer is sleep. Sleeping is my favorite thing to do. I love my warm bed, my soft sheets, and resting my head onto my fluffy pillow. Everything is so serene there. So tranquil.  Of course, I do not say. After all, how…

School Lunches

If I were under investigation and the one question I had to answer was “What was the best thing that the pandemic brought?”-I would look up, my eyes glowing with excitement from it’s exhausted stupor and reply: “Not making school lunches.” For years I’ve dedicated time highlighting the school’s menu. I’ve sat with my children,…