Summer has certainly sat down hard on Pittsburgh. My local weather forecast, delivered at 7am this morning by an overly chipper forecaster whose pregnant belly blotted out half of the…
Tag: <span>green living</span>
A chunk of pureed frozen okra caused me to squeeze back nostalgic tears. Long past its expiration date, this frozen cube of green vitamins had to be pitched in the…
It’s been one of those days. I wish it had been overcast, drizzly, and sans a toddler pulling the long-suffering cat around by the tail so that I could have…
I think of myself as an urbanite. My earliest memories include frying an egg on the miraged surface of a Phoenix sidewalk, needing a new Care Bear from the neighborhood…
Dust is the only thing getting sleep these days in my house. I noted tonight a cobweb tendril trailing from ceiling to a framed cross stitch hanging in the nursery: “Quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby, and babies don’t keep.” I’ve memorized this saying since it hung in my bedroom as a child, and it’s taken on new meaning the past sixteen months as I’ve rocked my own baby and ignored the cobwebs threatening to wrap up my house. Tonight is our first night of sleep training, courtesy of the book Good Night, Sleep Tight by Kim West. Tomorrow, my assault on the slumbering dust begins.