The Last Night is a lot Like the First One

PLEASE let this night end....

I have just gulped down an 8 oz bourbon and soda that was actually just bourbon. Don't judge me. How else is one supposed to wash down the sleeve of Double Stuff Oreos they have scarfed down while pacing in the kitchen? The sugar and the bourbon have finally made their peace in my stomach and I can get on with my storytelling. April 7, 2000 We opened the front door to our tiny apartment and stepped over the threshold triumphantly. We had accomplished something monumental, exhilarating and utterly terrifying. We had just transported our newborn baby girl, aka The Baby, a full … [Read more...]

Launching Maisy: A Year of Trauma, Turbulence and Tears…Lots and Lots of Tears

Maisy's Bangs Then

I have cried at least once every single day since December 15, 2017. Some tears were stinging hot ones that threatened but never actually fell. Some were accompanied by uncontrollable, choking-body-shaking-make-up-smearing-can't-even-breathe sobs. For those of you keeping count, that is 239 days of tears. I am certain this is the most I have cried in any one year in all my 47 years on this earth. Why? Why so much crying? In three short weeks, we will make the 6 hour drive up to Providence, Rhode Island where we will leave our first-born child, Maisy, at Brown University. December … [Read more...]