We went to Maple Street bookstore tonight and their new motto is “Love Among the Ruins,” a fitting motto for anyone living in New Orleans at this time. It’s a little local bookstore, a booklovers paradise, exactly what you’d imagine if you thought of a
This morning I wanted to weep. It was just a moment, a snapshot. Henry was toddling around the bedroom looking for mischief in his diaper and blue Martha’s Vineyard t-shirt, his wild curls sticking out the back of his head, and Annabelle was jumping on
Ahhhh, we went to eat at Babylon Cafe on Maple Street tonight and I took one bite of the rice and labneh and instant intoxication. A flood of sense memories came rushing at me: so many years of being steeped in the best parts of
I awakened completely furious with George after my third night of no sleep due to Henry and no help from my significant other. For the second time in three years, I put the pillow over my head and didn’t get up with the monkeys at
Some of you may be wondering why I write so much about fairies. That would be because I have fairy blood. That might seem crazy but it’s true. First of all, I’ve always suspected there was magic running through my veins, so I was hardly
Well, they were totally delighted by the treasures brought by the Fairies. We played for hours with the silks and wools and animals and fairies. Henry tried to climb into the silk hammock designed for a much lighter stuffed fairy, but other than that, (and
It’s Autumn Equinox Eve. Time for balance, baking, warmth, cinnamon, apples, love, and magic. “Annabelle,” I say, “the fairies might bring you something tonight for Autumn Equinox.” Her face lights up. “I’m going to call them on my phone and ask them!” she says. She
George came home this late afternoon and I was sitting in the kitchen holding Mr. Mischief on my lap, talking to Annabelle. I was on the verge of tears. “What’s the matter?” he asked me. “Henry fell out of the refrigerator,” I replied. George looked
Mr. Mischief has been hard at work today. For months he’s been trying his hardest to get the toilet scrub brush. I’ve chased him away from it countless times and finally hid it under the sink. Well, he got it. “Mom!” Annabelle yelled to me.
Annabelle set up an elaborate scheme of stuffed animals today around a pet rubber snake she found and befriended. “Mom, do you want to pet my snake? Her doesn’t bite.” she said to me. “Sure,” I said and petted the rubber thing. Henry refused to
