Coming Out: Self Care, Shame and Motherhood

July 15, 2014

A few months ago I picked up a little book that caught my fancy: Daily Rituals: How Artists Work.

Aside from just being a fun, voyeuristic look at the practical schedules of brilliant artists from Toulouse Lautrec to Franz Kafka, Agatha Christie to George Balanchine, this book points to a single truth: The most productive artists scheduled an astonishing amount of down time.

Rothko and Me, Sittin’ in a Tree

March 8, 2014

I’ve always loved modern art museums.

The minute I walk in and feel the cool openness of the halls, the minimalism, the quiet, it makes me feel like I’ve come to church – in the best possible way.

The Thrill of the Keynote. The Agony of the Freeze.

At CES this year, Michael Bay (the famed director/producer who brought us blockbusters like Transformers, Armageddon and the like) lived through what most people dread even more than death – a highly visible brain freeze on stage, causing him to abandon ship and walk off stage. It became such a “moment” that even Tina Fey weaved it into the Golden Globes joke lineup.

All Souls

October 31, 2013

ght I had a moment of surrender. I finally had to use the reading glasses I swore I'd never use. I have been avoiding this for some time now, thanks to my Kindle. I have it set to HUGE FONT so it makes reading really easy on my eyes. But I bought a real book at a real book store, and was appalled by the small type.

This sweet moment, my enemy.

August 12, 2013

op of the stairs that my husband has prepared for our sleeping son, Luca, and I walk into his bedroom. He’s usually standing in the crib gripping the sides, waiting to be scooped up, hopping from one leg to the other. After a quick diaper change (during which I struggle not to eat every single one of his toes) I take him into our big bed and snuggle him while he drinks his milk.