I first learned of the Japanese concept of Wabi Sabi many years ago. It is a tool for contemplation, or a philosophy of life, that finds beauty in things that are impermanent, imperfect, and incomplete. In other words, it’s the notion that patina; wear and tear; chips, cracks, and fissures; assymetry; flaws; and defects actually…
The ducks are flying low, black vees swooping between the trees. “Ga ga,” Ezra calls as they pass. He’s toddling along beside me. He weaves into a neighbor’s yard, and I reach for his hand to veer him back onto the sidewalk Ezra took his first solo steps this week at seventeen months old. Most…
*I’m taking the week off for my birthday. This post was originally published back in March. I’ll be back with new posts next week, including an update to the Hen Diaries. We’ve had some dramatic ups and downs in chicken-keeping lately, which I can’t wait to share.* Every year I used to buy a pocket…
I expected much of what my son did during his first year – rolling over, sitting, that thrilling first word (“mama”!), those awful restless nights of teething. But nothing prepared me for the sheer craziness and hilarity of living with a sixteen month old. Lately Ezra delights in moving things from one container to another….
I used to run a few miles every morning. On the rare days I didn’t run, I swam laps, played tennis, hiked in the woods, or went on a bike ride. And I owned a library of yoga and pilates DVDs. These days I hardly even think about exercise, and the tennis rackets and workout…
It’s National TV Turnoff Week. I participated last April and wrote about it here and here. I had a wonderful, relaxing week last time, but I decided not to participate this week for a multitude of reasons. Most of all, I feel like I’ve found a balance between screen time and all the other things…
