Being thankful is not really in my genes. Growing up in Budapest we did not celebrate Thanksgiving — obviously — and even after living the U.S. for years and years I never really got into it. It seems like a random holiday for an outsider and more than that: it is such an American thing…
Month: November 2013
Mama needs to be alone now
Mama needs to be alone now. Not for too long, just a couple of days. Really, you won’t even notice that she is gone. Ok, maybe you will. But really, it’s for the best. You see, there are things mama likes to do that she just doesn’t get to do anymore now that you are…
One and only
I am snuggled in bed with Sam – he is drinking milk and playing with my hair before his nap. Downstairs I hear the slow thump-thump-thump of Drew’s steps coming up from the basement – like a slow march towards something inevitable. He is on the main floor now, out the front door, making a…
Young Love
This essay first appeared on Full Grown People. My phone buzzes just as I drain hot pasta over the sink with Sam hanging on my leg and my husband talking about the mortgage or some electrical issues in our basement or something else house-related. I try to nudge Sam away from the boiling water and…
Is love enough?
My little guy is going through something. He’s been sad and clingier than usual and each morning during drop-off at preschool I have to pry his tiny little fingers off my legs while tears stream down his face. I know I am not supposed to, but I usually end up crying too. His explanations of…
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