The Weeds of Motherhood

Dear Evangeline,   We’ve had a rough week, kid. My brain is running on empty and I am fairly certain I’ve been getting a new zit on my face every hour. Parenting is amazingly hard. I had a fresh appreciation for that fact when I visited your pop-pop in the hospital last night. After spending the first half of the day… Read more →

The Day I Met God

Dear Evangeline, It’s been a year now but I have little doubt that the moment left an indelible mark on my mind, like a short video that sits on my I-Cloud. I know it isn’t going anywhere, but I only like to view it sparingly. I was sitting in one of those plastic chairs, the kind hospitals provide for visitors just to make sure… Read more →

A Life Lesson (as told by today’s drunk LIRR rider)

Dear Evangeline,   At some point you’ll hear the expression, “in vino veritas,” which loosely translates to “drunk people don’t lie.” Well, today you encountered a very drunk young lady on the train. Some drunk people are very mean and say things like, “I’d rather see Donald Trump take the White House than have to take this Uber home with you.”… Read more →

Mommy’s Tinder Account

Dear Evangeline, When I was 16 years old, some old man told me, “live it up, kid. Because it’s all downhill from here.” And I have good reasons to believe he wasn’t alluding to the fact that I had no mortgage to pay, children to take care of, or taxes to tally. He was referring to the imminent downward spiral of my… Read more →

Motherhood & Doctorhood, Go Together Like a Horse & Carriage?

Dear Evangeline,   When you reach that ripe age of three and learn how to google mommy’s name, you’ll be brought to these pages. You’ll also notice there has been a four month-long gap in my writing. Well, mommy’s been going through something that we call in the world of adults, “some shit.” I didn’t feel like talking about it. I still… Read more →

Why You Should Let Your Child Play in Traffic

Dear Evangeline,   “I just want my kids to be happy.” This is a phrase we hear over and over. And I don’t doubt a parent’s earnestness when they repeat this cliché. What I do doubt, is the very idea that happiness is a worthy goal. I’m not suggesting to know some secret formula to life. I don’t pretend to… Read more →

I Hope You Never Have a Reason

Dear Evangeline, There are a few attributes that largely define your mother’s identity (and I am sure you will come up with a few creative ones of your own). I am impatient. I have a big heart and a short fuse. I am Italian and Irish by heritage. And I am sick. But one thing I am not is powerless. I may not… Read more →

Moms-to-Be: I’m Letting You in on Some Secrets

Dear Evangeline, There are a few things I hadn’t realized I bargained for when your father and I decided to try to create you. But if one lesson can be learned from all of this, it’s that biological clocks tick hard, but they don’t provide any insight into what the future really brings. All women of childbearing age: beware! Tossing… Read more →

A Mourning Mother

Dear Evangeline, Today I took you on your first trip to the car wash. The weather was glorious for the first time in months, but when the door to the outdoors slammed behind us the look in your eyes glistened stronger than the sun. I let you press your nose against the gnarly glass as you watched the cars swoosh… Read more →

Gratefully Gutless: An Anniversary Story

Dear Evangeline, I don’t have anything in the house to cook for dinner. “What else is new,” you ask? Well, smarty pants, this is significant because I am finally feeling well enough to make a trek to the grocery store. The only problem is, you’re not feeling well and, as I mentioned in passing to your father this morning, the… Read more →

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