… And possibly a late one, too. Sam is 4 1/2 and until now he’s been drinking milk from a bottle in the morning and at nap time when he was at home with me. I know, I know… He’s too old for a bottle. But I had such a hard time weaning him off….
Author: Zsofia McMullin
Notes from Budapest
A couple of bits and pieces from my notebook: May 12, 2014 So this is Sam’s fourth trip to Budapest and my first without my parents or any other relatives being here. Once you are not greeted by family at the airport you really do become and feel like a tourist in your own country….
Homeland-bound
We are getting on a plane tomorrow, bound for Budapest. The last time I was there was for my grandma’s funeral lat winter and in a weird way that felt more like a family reunion. My brother was there from Singapore, my parents came, we saw lots of family and friends. This trip will be…
Five Things I Learned About Love and Life from Having a Crush on Benedict Cumberbatch
OK, I am the first one to admit it: I am too old to have a celebrity crush. The last time it was cute or acceptable for me to fangirl over a movie star was back in the late 1980s. Since then I’ve been busy with other stuff in life — finishing school, growing up,…
Time, mummified
My phone died this week. Well, it was close to death anyway and I need a reliable phone. My only hesitation in getting a new one was that this old phone had a voice message on it from my grandmother. Who died a year ago in January. She left the message about two, almost three…
Real Estate
For days after we sold our house, I felt uneasy. It felt like the house was still somehow attached to me like a phantom limb—heavy and itchy and restless—and I had to remind myself constantly that it was none of my concern anymore. I didn’t have to worry about shoveling the snow in the driveway…
In no particular order
The universe has a good sense of humor and a great sense of making everything happen all at once. So in the past two weeks or so, in particular order: 1. Is it weird to be talking about your boobs in front of the world? Or at least the world of the Huffington Post. But…
Moving on
I was happy in this house. Not crazy, delirious happy, but happy. I wasn’t sure about it at first – the creaking floors, the yellow walls, the old doors and glass door handles, the wild backyard – it all seemed very foreign. It was clearly meant and built for someone else. I wasn’t sure how…
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