On Living

An italicized passage in Bee’s science book. She and I are weighted under a shared blanket, two dogs snoring at our feet when we read it. Dolania americana has the shortest lifespan of any mayfly: the adult females of the species live for less than five minutes. Is that true? she asks me with wide

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About Black Holes

I used to be worried about black holes, Bee says as she slices a hard-boiled egg on the kitchen counter, adds pepper. Well, she smiles… I still kind of am. — And there it is, the thing I fully and finally have in common with my kid, this girl who is a mystery, who is

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Work & Whiplash

I fell into a bit of an impromptu travel season this month – three back-to-back trips with a weekend between. Just enough time to empty the suitcase into the laundry cycle, to re-roll and re-pack once it was refreshed. — I know two things: (1) I love this job. (2) I love this family. I

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Oh, Picnics

I was never much of an outdoor kid. Once, I was gifted a Little Mermaid tent for which to encourage many-an-adventure in the grassy terrain, but instead, I opted to pitch it right over my bed to cozy up in my floral comforter with a dogeared copy of Matilda. (Bless those parents of mine.) Even

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Traveling with Kids

My daughter has garnered more passport stamps in three short years than I had in thirty plus. She learned to skip in Singapore. She learned to whistle in Ecuador. Just weeks ago, in London, she learned the fine art of balancing a profound wanderlust for this wide planet with the delicate yearnings for home: “Can

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Come and See

The invitation was simple, exciting. Meet us in Chicago. Visit Delta. Take a trolley tour. See the sights, document the inspiration, transform a bathroom around your findings. A day of inspired design, the email had read. But, of course, it was more. — On an otherwise cloudy morning, fueled by coffee and acai bowls, our

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On Being Homesick

I’d never felt what it was like to be homesick. As a kid, at sleepovers or summer camp or trips to my grandparent’s house, I never once had a pit in my gut. I never felt the dry of my mouth, the pang in my side. I’d never known what it was like to have

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India

What did I do in India? you ask. A whole lot of unlearning. — The short of it is this: I traveled to Jaipur with my incredible friend Carly at Tribe Alive to check in on a design project with the fine folks at CAUSEBOX. (More on that front, obv.) The long of it is

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