One of the most insightful pieces of early parenting advice I’ve received is the realization that we often rely on lots of built-in rules, the tricks we keep in our back pockets to use day after day after day…until we don’t. Routine and normalcy have a shelf life of what, two weeks?
The Internet is in the business of slivers: cropped images and clickable headlines and truncated word counts. But humans? We bring baggage. And it seems there is no great place to store our suitcases, is there?
Last week, we had one of those magical days together – all three of us. “All three of us” generally doesn’t happen often, because Ken and I are still in the parenting phase where our ships pass each other through the night – both of us worn from the rocky waters of toddler (ir)rationalizations. Our
Last summer, Ken and I welcomed a filmmaker into our home – his Airstream parked alongside our small town neighborhood drive like a metal billboard announcing something big, something unusual. And indeed, it was:
I’ve never been in a more minimal phase in my life than I am right now. My storage bins are full of pattern-filled, colorful items that haven’t been worn in years (pre-Bee days, perhaps?), replaced by a few basic textured pieces in blush, black, white and gray. My beauty drawer contains roughly three items and
Dear Molar, Listen, I try really hard not to be a helicopter mom. I don’t like to hover over my daughter and I like to give her the space she needs to grow and dream and eventually move out of my house and provide me with many grandchildren that I can cuddle and give back
The itch began innocently enough with a series of gut pings – the precise way my biggest decisions often do. A trip overseas (ping), an e-friend and former expat’s book release (ping), an invite to Singapore and Amsterdam this year (ping, ping), a slow trickle of friends shifting across the pond for work and play
You can always tell when the Loechners have a project in the works, because there are extra dishes in the sink and repeat jazz music on the speakers and it usually means one of us is procrastinating on an even bigger project. For the past year, Ken’s been slowly-but-surely finishing our basement (that man is