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
Buckle up. This is a long one. This is the post I’ve been thinking about writing, and then changing my mind about for the last nine months. Now, as my little man (born nearly nine pounds, on the ninth day of the ninth month, nine months ago to the minute) begins life longer “on the outside” than he was on the inside, it seems like the right moment. Still, I vacillated even while writing between feeling like I was sharing too much and not enough. As a doula, birth is a subject close to my heart. This was never meant to be a complete documenting of our birth (I won’t get into the many walks we took, the cake I baked, or the point at which I tried to prune our hydrangeas), but my hope is that in sharing this glimpse into our story, I might help other women in … 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
Incredibly, amazingly today marks five years since I began dizzy swallows! Five!
By way of commemorating the occasion, here is the very first post. My, how things have changed (and not just my taste in music)! Speaking of music, this classic has been filling my days of late. Thought you might enjoy as well.
Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me! And especially those of you who have been here since the beginning. What a joy!
More soon. Xxxx
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