March 10, 2014 |  Category:   life





Spring-like weather on the weekend had all New Yorkers out enjoying warmer temps. Mark had a killer day at the Flea Market, the best we’ve ever had, and I spent the day with the girls walking around Brooklyn, having brunch and stopping at various playgrounds. At this point, the girls often eat more than I do, but I still don’t understand how a little 50 pound kid can eat plate sized pancakes piled three high. Or maybe I just don’t have much of an appetite these days. Pancakes with maple syrup is oddly sounding really good to me right now at 10:30 at night though.


Felt like all of New York was shedding a piece of themselves from the winter. Ironically, sitting on a park bench allowed me to think a little more clearly than sitting at home by myself. Funny how a change of scenery will do that. Changes your perspective. So it was good to sit on that park bench watching the kids play, watching other families play, and see the city collectively let go of whatever needed to be let go, if only for those few hours in the sun.
It’s hard to see a loved one suffer. Even harder still to be 3000 miles away. I’m hearing myself say words that I struggle to believe myself some days, but there’s validation in knowing that you make a difference in someone else’s life. Shouldn’t everyone have people they can lean on? But sadly I know that’s not the case for some. No, we’re the lucky ones.

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  • Lakshmi March 12, 2014 at 12:02 pm

    The girls look so grownup, all of a sudden.

    • Jenna March 12, 2014 at 12:05 pm

      I know, they are! I haven’t been posting photos of them, so I suspect they would look a lot bigger!

  • JustineH March 31, 2014 at 9:57 am

    That last shot = “ClaudiMia,” the album cover.