17 years ago as I was leaving St. Vincent’s hospital in New York City, I found myself standing on the sidewalk with my newborn, as my then husband hailed a cab. It was a cold November morning, we were all bundled up, my son in a red fleecy thing my Mom made him. A feeling… Continue reading Crumbs on the Couch
Chapter two, the next fifty years. Holy shit, I’m turning fifty tomorrow. I’m kicking it off with a sunrise sail with my kids and my sweetie and wrapping it up with one of my best friends in the world (think crazy decadent desserts and champagne). I don’t think I’ve felt this excited about a birthday since… Continue reading Chapter 2: And then she remembered she could fly
the love letter projects 