Monthly Archives: March 2014

EVA, DON’T BE A RUNNER

Dear Evangeline, Your mother has never liked labels. No, not the kind on beer bottles, I mean the kind assigned to a person, like “hipster” or “prepster.” I certainly always resisted having labels placed on myself, but I also get irked when someone willfully boxes their entire being into a consigned, albeit idealized, space. Take “runner” for instance. Of course,… Read more →

BABY HOSPITAL GOWNS: LIFE’S MOST FRIGHTENING GARMENT

O, that’s what troubles me, papa. You want me to live so happy, and never have any pain,–never suffer anything,–not even hear a sad story, when other poor creatures have nothing but pain and sorrow, all their lives;–it seems selfish. I ought to know such things, I ought to feel about them! Such things always sunk into my heart; they… Read more →

YOUR FIRST KISS

<a href=”http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/12010537/?claim=h4qc8rzpbdh”>Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a> Dear Evangeline, You’re starting to freak your father out. Already. During our trip to Spain earlier this month, you received a kiss from Luca each morning in the hotel’s dining room. Luca intimidated dada. He was an older toddler (with not one, but two years under his belt) and he possessed the infamous Spanish affect (i.e. dangerously… Read more →

BE GINGER. BE YOU.

Dear Evangeline, In honor of St. Patrick’s Day and your Irish heritage, I want to take a moment to talk about your red hair. Now, I don’t have red hair myself, but I have a sneaking suspicion that by the time you are able to read this letter you will have been made hyper-aware of your ginger coloring. In fact,… Read more →

WHY I WON’T SAY “I LOVE YOU”

Dear Evangeline, Your Nana can be a real pain in my ass. She’s dogmatic. She’s messy. She’s aloof. And she will even sometimes answer to the nickname, “Hot Mess.” But despite all of her irksome idiosyncrasies, or perhaps even in light of them, she is a better role model for women than even Hillary Clinton herself. It seems silly to… Read more →

I Want to Tell You Their Dirty Secrets

Dear Evangeline, Once upon a time, The Rolling Stones reminded us that we can’t always get what we want. Well, sometimes what we want just ain’t what it seemed. I want to tell you why I worked for a shockingly long time pursuing a career in the art world. I also want to tell you why I stopped. I didn’t… Read more →

You Got Moxie, Kid!

Dear Evangeline, I want to tell you more about this chutzpah. It took your mother decades to grow the stuff. But in my early twenties I had to deal with a lot of people with big cahones, and my chutzpah hit an all-time low. There is a loaded canon of examples I could use, but I want to tell you about… Read more →

Madrid: A Toddler’s Gem (or gym?)

Dear Evangeline, When our plane landed at JFK at 2:03pm yesterday, I felt a huge boulder lift off my chest. Yes, it was 2:03pm exactly. I counted down the seconds. The flight was 8 hours and 13 minutes long and you made sure I was physically and emotionally present for every last moment of it. But leaving my pride and… Read more →

LEAVE IF YOU MUST, BUT TAKE NEW YORK WITH YOU

Dear Evangeline, This post is bound to get some people riled. These people are called New Yorkers. Eva, you are a New Yorker. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. And this is a piece of your identity that you will take with you wherever you may go. The first thing you should know about being a New Yorker is that… Read more →

ON YOUR MOTHER’S BIRTHDAY

Today, I turn 29. This day is mostly significant because I was able to tap into a few hours of free babysitting to get this blog underway. It’s been in my head for over a year. A compulsory laziness (and deep-seated insecurity about tackling anything technology-related), have led to an almost-nightly 3am blog session, whereby I lay in bed “writing”… Read more →

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