Happy Fifth Anniversary, Sweet Husband. Up top. {photos by Leigh Miller} Read more →
Month: September 2012
Blogging It Out.
I literally just had a pep-talk with myself that ended with “C’mon Morgan, blog it out.” No, seriously. In case my radio-silence-followed-by-jealousy-post didn’t tip you off, I am having a week (or two) and while I stared aimlessly at my computer monitor trying to will myself to work, I imagined myself typing HARD a’la Kevin Bacon in footloose, jump starting… Read more →
Under Pressure
Sometimes I feel like I need to take my brain out, soak it in bleach for a while while the rest of me gets a massage and then put it back in. Then, and ONLY THEN will I feel completely refreshed. I guess it would help to do that with my To-Do list as well. Oh look. Another To-Do. I… Read more →
The More You Know…
Have you heard the rumblings about Prop 37? It’s a California ballot initiative that aims to require nearly all food sold in California containing genetically modified ingredients to be labeled accordingly. If passed, it would likely roll out to the entire nation. I’m digging in to the how and why (or why not?) on Babble with my friend Leah from… Read more →
I’ll Be There In A Minute
Somehow this past week passed me by. Not like…in a bad way, per se, but in the way where I just could barely keep up with my own self and then all of a sudden it’s next Wednesday and the Jewish holidays are half over, and I’ve clocked like 50 hours of freelance work, and I have no effing clue… Read more →
Off the Walls
I’m trying desperately to complete our living room wall. Irritatingly, my wallet keeps getting in the way. But a girl can dream and wait for artists to have a sale on Fab.com. Palms by Wayne Thiebaud From the picture book “This is London” by Miroslav Sasek You Can Go Your Own Way/Manhattan by Amy Rice Artwork by Britt Bass via… Read more →
Never Forget.
{photo by Sara Moe} I was twenty years old and sleeping about a mile uptown when the first plane hit the World Trade Center. Life changed in an instant. When Osama Bin Laden was killed, I found this letter I’d written to my Rabbi after a day of horror. Hi Rabbi Brown: It’s good to hear that the Temple will… Read more →
Farm Boy: Where Everything Is As I Wish
Sometimes, it’s the most random places that we come to love. In the parking lot of our local Trader Joe’s, is a little Mom and Pop produce shop that makes fresh sushi and serves fro-yo, and generally improves the quality of life in our neighborhood. And also, the people who own it are obviously geniuses because Trader Joe’s produce department… Read more →
Level One: Complete
So I was too sweaty and anxious trying to get this tiny little queen of procrastinating dressed and in the car to get an actual picture of her heading off to school (she needed to shut every door in the house and arrange her favorite toys on the couch to wait for her to return before we could go) but… Read more →
Being Depressed While Pregnant Sucks; Getting Your Own Babble Voices Column Doesn’t
Long weekends are weird, right? It feels like Monday, but it’s Tuesday, which is disorienting, but closer to Friday, so I think we’re all probably good with that. Anyway. When I was pregnant with Delilah I suffered from Antepartum Depression. That was fun, and then when she was born I got hit with Postpartum Anxiety, sort of like a one-two… Read more →