Friday, February 3, 2017. A 72 Hour Case Study of How Bizarre it is to Live in DC These Days. Five year olds in handcuffs. Green card holders stuck overseas. Mothers separated from their nursing infants. And an American immigration policy based completely on prejudice. There really should be no debate here. And this time, I brought the whole family. Most poignant sign of the day.

Friday, January 13, 2017. I Almost Got Divorced After Law School. The first week of law school I told Brian he was not allowed to divorce me. We knew it would be hard and how common it was for marriages to fail during school. We got through it, but only barely. I was the queen of that. I shut myself off from Brian and yet I expected him to make efforts even when I rejected him.

Revenge may be a dish best served cold, but cheese can be served at any temperature. I had put this task off for a long time, which made it all the more harrowing. Part of my procrastination had to do with the fact that even the most thorough cleaning could only provide a temporary respite. Order would eventually yield to entropy. For a few seconds I became the last milkshake-drinking president of a left-footed gang from New York. If she were competing in a Little .

Posted on August 12th, 2015. Sorry for the radio silence.

Dreams of the Everyday Housewife. Last Monday Sarah and Noelle stopped by for a visit and asked me if the boys and I would like to accompany them to Pizzeria Toro in Downtown Durham.

Stories of motherhood from a working mama, knitter, and tv-watcher, living in a city full of vices. Thursday, July 30, 2015. One Working Mom, Two Jobs. I stopped by his office this afternoon on my way back to my In House job, and they handed me a stack of papers about 8 inches high of court transcripts I have to read to write a Criminal Appellate Brief, you know. Which is basically non-existent now! Links to this post. Monday, July 13, 2015.