Summer

On more than one occasion I have found myself apologizing for apologizing so much. The word “sorry” finds its way out of my mouth a multitude of times daily. I hypothesize that it is a bizarre habit that I must have developed in utero, as I am fairly certain that I felt tremendous guilt turning…

An Ode to a Rural Backyard

My husband and I recently shared our home with two boys from the Bronx as part of the Fresh Air program. We ran through sprinklers, kicked soccer balls around the park, jumped into lakes and ate s’mores over a campfire. It felt like a real summer. It was pretty awesome. The boys were surprised, however, by…