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Mothering, Loss and Transportation

I watched as my son plays with his race cars they zip along a multicolored track which does not seem to yield to gravity. He thinks about transportation: cars, trucks, vans and buses everyday and almost every hour of the day. And whenever he can ride a bus he prefers...

The Art of Leaving Brooklyn

At a time when so many people clamor and are willing to pay a mint to live in Brooklyn we are moving. In a lot of ways Brooklyn is my second home and I have loved it up close and from a distance. Here is where I started writing in a serious way. Then we lived in Fort...

Diaper Games

The boy has taken up the sport of pulling off his diaper. Poop spread across the sheets, onto blankets with a chunk resting under his left foot. And now clean-up had been added to our morning ritual.  He did his diaper misdemeanor in the wee hours of the morning...

The Art of Living

I look at my wife who likes to work in non-traditional ways where travel is involved and work hours aren’t set and I know in this endeavor of being Mommy & Mama I’ve agreed both silently and aloud to be the Mama on the ground. I’ve agreed to be the foundation,...

The Art of Living

I look at my wife who likes to work in non-traditional ways where travel is involved and work hours aren’t set and I know in this endeavor of being Mommy & Mama I’ve agreed both silently and aloud to be the Mama on the ground. I’ve agreed to be the foundation,...

The Art of Leaving Brooklyn

At a time when so many people clamor and are willing to pay a mint to live in Brooklyn we are moving. In a lot of ways Brooklyn is my second home and I have loved it up close and from a distance. Here is where I started writing in a serious way. Then we lived in Fort...