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Monthly Archives: February 2010
I sit here. Alone. At my little table and my little Starbucks. Outside the vast windows, fat flakes of snow tumble down. Bundled souls amble by, wrestling mangled umbrellas, fighting impossible gales of winter wind.
And I am inside. And…
I am the product of an elite education. Dalton. Yale. Columbia Law.
The point of this post is not to remind you of my scholastic pedigree. No. The point is a lot more complicated. And decidedly more vulnerable. The point…
Today Sister C sits for the first day of the New York Bar Exam. And I am nauseous. Not nauseous because I am worried she won’t pass. I think she will. Nauseous because I remember that exam all too well.…
Forgive me, but I have conversation on the brain. It’s not a crime. But it might be an obsession.
While we were away in South Carolina for the holiday weekend, I had a little chat with Toddler that I can’t…
I mentioned in yesterday’s post that Husband and I had a really intense and good conversation while stranded in our South Carolina suite on Tuesday night. And we did. We talked about big things, hard things, things that are difficult…
How did you spend your Valentine’s Day? Were you awash in red roses? Lingering in bed sipping vintage bubbly? Did you dine at a fine restaurant with tiny portions and crisp cloths? Did you whisper poetic words to your love?…
We all know that I am not good at writing thank-you notes, that I suffer from a persistently bad case of Pathetiquette. That said, I am trying to do better. So. I want to thank you all for reading Friday’s…