Pushing on a Rope
Terri S. Vanech
She will never, not ever, eat a tomato — and my daughter’s other lines in the sand
BLTs for dinner tonight. In this heat, Basil didn’t want to grill and I couldn’t face cooking inside (and well, we are still oven-less). A work-related phone call rendered the bacon a little extra, shall we say … crispy, but no matter. The sandwiches were delicious. Fresh mozzarella and avocado went on mine. Basil took … Continue reading
Whiling away the hours panning for Pins
Here I am, behind the curve again, but I’ve discovered Pinterest. This is a bad thing, really, because this site is an enormous time suck, and well, my time is already in short supply. Yet I find myself scrolling through this social media site at night when my eyes are failing me after a long … Continue reading
Be it ever so humble, there is no place … well, you know the rest
How quickly we adapt. I’m back from my work trip out West, 6,000 miles in three days and only a little worse for wear. I don’t understand how people travel constantly for work. It feels as though I’ve been hit by a bus. And though I managed to get through the workday and am still … Continue reading
Mom’s work is truly never done
There’s nothing like a little perspective to reorder one’s priorities, yes? I’m taking a brief business trip tomorrow — I’ll be back by Thursday, but you’d think it was a month. The whole house is in an uproar. The other two people who live here typically ignore my every request, but since yesterday they’ve been … Continue reading
Beach bites to tide me over
What do you eat at the beach? I sat by the shore for a little while today while Basil and Catherine were at the Mets game. For the record, I had only a big bunch of grapes and a bottle of ice water, since I knew I’d be headed home to a salad for lunch. … Continue reading
Seeking the reflection of my true self
I found myself nodding in agreement this morning reading The Declassified Adoptee. Amanda writes about what it means to have an acquaintance notice the resemblance she and her children share, and what it is like to finally have someone who looks like her. I can definitely relate. Catherine’s birth was a watershed moment for me … Continue reading
Call off your old, tired ethics
A recent guest on my favorite radio show, A Matter of Balance, hosted by my friend, Kristen Rzasa, dropped a bombshell on me. So of course I must share it with you: You can’t have it all. Yes, you read that right. We women can’t have it all. The guest said that if we want … Continue reading
Hello Muddah Hello Faddah
So, Catherine this week started her first gig as a counselor in training, taking part in a five-week Young Leaders Program run by ESF Summer Camp at its Greenwich Academy outpost. She has been a camper at ESF for many summers, and found it to be a real oasis in her year — fun in … Continue reading
Fragile. Handle with care.
It was meant to be a quick trip to the beach. Instead it turned out to be a jaunt down memory lane. By the time we finally peeled ourselves away from yesterday’s to-do list (or actually just threw our hands up and admitted things simply were not going to get done), and bargained with ourselves … Continue reading
I swear I’ll be there for ya’
I got my love of words honestly, it seems, and passed them down the same way. We surprised my parents yesterday with some nice farm-stand tomatoes and basil (the herb, although Basil the husband came along for the ride, too) with which to make a quick summer pasta dish. (Also in tow was a half-batch of … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 