I love you and that’s the beginning and end of everything.― F. Scott Fitzgerald My husband presented me with a quarter this week. For my Universe Box, a tiny vessel that houses all the coins and paper money the Universe lays in…
Margot is the quiet sentry of our lives. Bonjour Margot Poisson, I wrote much of this back in January when our lives were intact. You were still here, as was Fenway. We were settled in our little rental house and adjusting to…
Happy Birthday Sweet Sons! Adam (l) & Alex (r) Today you are 27—hardly seems possible that this much time has passed for you wombmates! I remember the night after you were born looking out from my hospital room, snuggling you up close…
Dear Fenway, It is the sixth day since you crossed the rainbow bridge. It never occurred to me you would go on this adventure so soon. I imagined us growing into senior years together. Your slick, incredibly shiny black coat would slowly…
What if I change course to pursue a lifestyle of fun, learning and writing? Since moving to Baltimore last fall, I spent time just being, what I always craved when I had communications jobs where I had prestige yet no time to…
Mark D’Agostino, my T, is a man who loves simple joys— family, friends, his bicycle, naps, Red Sox, an icy craft beer and church chicken barbecues. He isn’t a fancy guy, preferring jeans and sneakers to a spiffy suit and wing tips. And…
“Mommy loves the breeze on her knees. And sweet peas. I love Mommy.” –Adam, circa 1993 Little Momma 1963 I always knew I wanted to be a mom. Every Christmas Santa would bring me a new baby that I would love up…