Starting several months ago, every time I achieved a rather difficult toddler task I was asked to do ... my little guy would begin clapping and say, “Mommy tried, Mommy did it.” Of course, this is the kind of affirmation that he receives and all children need in order to grow into confident human beings. But it ends up that it is also the affirmation that I — and all of us parents — needed this year, as well.
The day after Thanksgiving ... November 23, 2017 ... will probably go down as one of the most emotional, gut-wrenching, darkest, devastating days of my life. ... After 13 months of trying to become pregnant, 13 months of ovulation kits, different medications, blood tests, trial and error, nothing was going as planned.
My little nugget turned one this month. I can’t believe how time flies. I also can’t believe that I never posted this, dare I say, beautiful hospital photo of us three.
For the past few years, I would browse card aisles irked by the spelling of Mother’s Day. My inner grammarian would nag at me. Shouldn’t it be Mothers’ Day (S apostrophe)? ... This year, I finally understand Mother’s Day ... apostrophe S.
Pasta and pesto. A picturesque beach and boardwalk lined with homes and buildings in coastal colors. Spectacular sunsets. These are the hallmarks of a stay in Camogli — a laid-back fishing village on northern Italy's Ligurian coast ...
From traversing the mountaintop towns to relaxing on the breathtaking beaches along the Mediterranean Sea, there really is no wrong way to capture the beauty that is the Côte d'Azur. But it is possible to expertly mix the two — along with a serious side of art and culture — for the perfect stay on the southeast coast of France.
My husband and I recently returned to the Costa Brava (and to Hostal Sa Rascassa) with two goals in mind — to relax (and ultimately recharge) and to explore parts of the coastal region we hadn't uncovered during our visit nearly three years ago. While six nights of vacation flew by in what seemed like an instant, we were able to achieve both ... the first almost immediately.
Almost three years ago, my now husband and I discovered a veritable gem in the Costa Brava ... a five-room hotel above a restaurant in a cove on the coast of northeast Spain. We were blown away by the tranquility of Hostal Sa Rascassa — the little nook that instantly erased the hustle and bustle of our New York City lives.
I woke up on January 21, after nearly three long and devastating post-election months, with a renewed sense of purpose. I brushed my teeth, showered, grabbed my signs, and hit the New York City streets with old friends as if I were about to conquer the world. Because in a small way I thought I was.…