Don’t Borrow Trouble

“Don’t borrow trouble.” It’s a phrase I remember my mom uttering 12 years ago, when I called her in a panic after discovering a lump in my right breast. It was the summer of 2002 in Boston. Kevin and I were newly engaged and living in a condo in a charming, quiet Brookline neighborhood. After he’d proposed in July, we’d rapidly transitioned our jobs, grabbed the first decent apartment we could find, and merged our belongings from our respective residences in Illinois and California.… Read More

The Kindergarten Honeymoon is Over

During her first week of kindergarten, our oldest daughter radiated excitement and energy. Having heard at preschool that we should expect our kindergartener to fall asleep at dinner for at least the first two weeks, I was impressed that my child showed no such weariness with her new routine. On the contrary, she possessed more spunk than a teenager who’d just slept 14 straight hours and then consumed a Starbucks venti coffee while skydiving.… Read More

The Start of Letting Go



At some point before my oldest child’s second birthday, I had a conversation with another weary mom that ended with this punchline: “The days are long, but the years are short.”

The full meaning of this saying struck me this week, as we prepared to send Julia to full-day kindergarten at our local elementary school. Since becoming a parent a little over five years ago, I’ve experienced plenty of days when the hours seemed to drag by, each minute of the dreary afternoon reverberating in my bones.… Read More