Three years ago today I was cinched into a skin tight chiffon bodice, nervously swirling my long train, and desperately trying to maintain a modicum of composure. I was breathing. Kind of. I was attempting to keep the wandering attention of two confections of copious white tulle under the age of four. I was waiting for my song. Because damn it, I wasn’t walking out until my bloody song was played. I shot another look at my father who was making tiny but furious gestures to an unseen agent on said mission. Finally those first heady strains of Etta’s “At Last” floated out of the hall and my heart took wings. It wasn’t just that I had been planning this moment for the past year and wanted it to be perfect (sure, that too…I’m nothing if not a perfectionist), but that this song spoke to me volumes more than the … Continue reading
Undeniably, there is a certain gravitas to the hugely pregnant belly. It demands respect by virtue of its very existence, its ponderous curvature. It exudes an aura of eminent, profound transition, as a physical manifestation of this ever changing life.
I am fortunate enough to count among my close friends two unbelievably talented photographers, who honored Jacob and I with the gift of maternity photos. Though I have rarely felt less photogenic, I am eternally grateful for their kindness in documenting this incredible time for us.
This first set of photos is from the incomparably lovely and ridiculously accomplished Mercia Moseley.
After suffering through the majority of a summer that has blistered the Northwest with record high heat, we finally bit the bullet and bought a pass to our local outdoor swimming pool. Good gracious, I can’t imagine why we waited so long. (Until now, I’ve been surviving solely … Continue reading
Hello darlings. I hope you are well and enjoying the warmth of spring! Things have quietly been humming along here. My prized peonies have started to bloom, the days are fast approaching the timbre of early summer, and at nearly 26 weeks my belly now resembles a soccer ball stuffed under my shirt (if soccer balls could kick).
One of my favorite spoils of this time of year are the firm, ruddy stalks of rhubarb gracing the farmer’s market bins. A few days ago I went on something of a rhubarb baking binge, transforming several pounds into a pot of silky compote and one fluffy clafoutis.
My normally sure fingers seem to be suffering the brunt of the fabled pregnancy clumsiness, and for the first time in memory egg met floor whilst I was cooking.
The results where nonetheless scrumptious, with that tangy, hearty, sweet bite that only rhubarb can … Continue reading
After Chichen Itza, we drove the few hours back to the coast, meandering slightly south to the beach town of Tulum. I have mixed feelings about this place. Having heard nothing but glowing reviews from friends and other bloggers, I was perhaps expecting more. However, if you are looking for a lovely resort town with a heavily ex-pat community, Tulum is for you. For Jacob and I, it wasn’t quite our cup of tea. Beautiful ocean, absolutely. Friendly people, oh most certainly. Mayan ruins, trendy restaurants, and Californian-run coffee shops? Check, check and check. But (with the risk of sounding like a travel snob) for us it just felt a bit to over-built. So much so, I didn’t really take any photos of the town itself.
On the morning of my birthday, we headed over to the Tulum ruins. This time we beat neither the crowds, nor the sun, though … Continue reading
Well my darlings, this is it: the last honeymoon post. Many thanks (and congratulations) to those who stuck with the whole series! I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. I will leave you with this last glimpse of Fiji, including my birthday and a few recordings (apologies for the camera mic, it seems to only pick up the off notes) of the Likulikui staff choir, which serenaded us on my birthday.
Due to technical difficulties, the play button doesn’t show, but just click to the far left.
My friend Mere muddles a mean drink.
I also received a special, giant and very green, cake one my birthday.
We left so deeply relaxed, the feeling of tranquility stayed with us for weeks. And possibly the snorkel marks.
With that, it’s on to the next adventure! I am leaving at the crack of dawn tomorrow for Nosara, … Continue reading