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Black & White & New York City

Have you ever looked at the ceiling of Grand Central Station? It's a star-speckled allegory of manufactured constellations, told in teal and daffodil. It's simple and it's glorious. I'd only just noticed it.

I've never been particularly taken by New York. The city is hectic and loud and pushy -- all things that I prefer not to be. The western interior (more specifically, Denver) has my heart in its courteous, outdoorsy grip -- it won me with its sunshiny dog parks and drivers who only honk in order to prevent an imminent accident. As far as I've always been concerned, NYC could keep its sounds and pretzels and grime and 8 million stories.

But the last time I visited the Big Apple, I found myself gawking around the streets like a ruddy cheeked tourist, awed and enthralled by the diversity and ingenuity omnipresent in the parts which construct it. Even the grimy underbits of the city were filled with lovely little embellishments to "jeepers! do you see that?!" over. It's a city filled with touches -- some premeditated, some serendipitous. 

And it's not just the architecture -- it's the people. Like two shirtless strangers on a park bench in Brooklyn, who both just happened to be named Joe.

I can't say I'm in love with New York, but I respect it more than I used to. I've come to appreciate some of what millions of others have seen in it over the years. It's a city with layers -- with history. It's served as the stage and set pieces to countless little human triumphs and tragedies, and you can see that in the bricks and chrome which compose its oft related streets. I suppose I'm excited to go back.

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Bro time

^^^sushi?^^

I love spending time with my brothers. In many ways, "guy time" is my natural habitat. Growing up I was much more likely to be found throwing dirt clots, fighting with sticks, or catching a veritable menagerie of creepy-crawly things than playing with dolls. I wanted to be a webelo, and could tie a bowline faster than all the boys.

And unlike poor Anybodys (the tomboy who desperately wanted to belong) from West Side Story, my brothers never told me to scram. If I was too small to scramble up whatever rock-face we planned to summit that day, Corban was always there to offer a boost and Levi would catch my arms and pull me to safety. 

Well, it seems I'm still at it. I spent Saturday with Shiloh, Levi and Corban and some of our friends fishing. We told bawdy jokes, performed immature pranks, talked about the future, and enjoyed each others company (oh, and caught some huge fish too). Afterward we all headed to Levi's house to cook the day's catch. As we grow, and marry, and move, and do all these adult world things, it's nice to see that things don't really change, they just evolve.

^^^look at those cute ol' brothers!^^^

^^^look at those cute ol' brothers!^^^

^^^sometimes it takes a village to catch a fish. thanks for the help Carter!^^^

In other news... I got a pretty drastic haircut (like 16 inches whacked off). I felt ridiculous devoting an entire post to it, but there's a picture after the jump for any interested parties...

^^^my new favorite activity is shaking my head like a soggy dog^^^

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Tres on Cinco

It's been a rather chilly spring in Washington. I prefer it to the alternative -- a week or two of spring followed by an early hot and humid summer. We've had lots of celebrating to do. David's birthday is in April. Willa's is right afterward. But Phin takes birthdays to a new level. I don''t know if I have ever seen a little boy so happy.

Phin, showing off his first baby picture.

It was the inaugural fete at Kimber's house. We ate too much. We laughed too much. The kids continue to grow too much. But right now, it seemed like perfection. And Phin couldn't have been a more entertaining birthday boy.









Thanks to Libby for the AMAZING cake. Maybe she'll share some of the recipes. She also took many of the pictures.

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The best ever quotes about motherhood



Our cousin Chelsea recently returned to D.C. after working abroad for several years. We're so glad she's back -- we love her adorably bilingual kids, her sassy Scandinavian-flavored fashion sense, and her knack for one-of-a-kind party games that are fun and help you feel smart, (among other attributes, of course).

Last night at Mimo's house, Chelsea busted out this little play on delightful quotes about motherhood. It was so perfect, I had to share -- you can pin it for next year, or your mom's birthday, or that day next week when your kids have colored on the walls and on the sofa and on each other with a turquoise Sharpie and you're wondering why you even bother. I promise it will make you smile....



Mother's Day Trivia Game
Test your knowledge of literary and historical figures as you learn what they had to say about mothers and motherhood!

How to play: Each player gets one point for a correct answer. Bonus points are given where indicated. The player with the most points wins (note: it might be a good idea to let mothers/grandmothers win, as it is their special day). Enjoy!

This Harvard man, who wrote a famous essay described by some as "America's Intellectual Declaration of Independence," once said, "Men are what their mothers made them."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

This well-respected U.S. President paid homage to his mother by saying, "All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”
-Abraham Lincoln

This 19th century British poet, who was married to another famous poet of the time, has been quoted as saying, "Motherhood: All love begins and ends there."
-Robert Browning

This original "Iron Lady" - only the third woman ever to become Prime Minister or the equivalent - summed up motherhood this way: "Women's liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It's the men who are discriminated against. They can't bear children. And no one's likely to do anything about that."
-Golda Meir

"A mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled" - so wrote one of the most famous female poets of the 19th century, though scholars speculate that her relationship with her own mother was lacking in warmth and affection. Perhaps this helps explain the poet's eccentricities, such as her well-known reluctance to leave her room…ever.
-Emily Dickinson

This revered French writer whose work was recently the subject of an acclaimed motion picture wrote, "A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them."
-Victor Hugo

This Irish author might have been using his famous "stream of consciousness" technique when he wrote, "Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world, a mother's love is not."
-James Joyce

Perhaps the most touching poetic ode to mothers came from a British writer who spent much of his life in India, where many of his most famous works are set. Name the poet and finish the stanza:
If was damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole…
-(Mother o' mine, mother o' mine) by Rudyard Kipling

This author, who created some of the best-loved characters of mischievous young boys in American literature, said of his own mother, "[She] had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it." He also described his mother as having "a slender, small body, but a large heart - a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it and hospitable accommodation."
-Mark Twain
Bonus point for real name - Samuel Langhorn Clemens

This 19th century French novelist and playwright, who once proclaimed "I am about to become a genius!" also wrote, "The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness."
-Honoré de Balzac

This cheeky Irish playwright wrote the following in a delightful play that has the less well-known subtitle of A Trivial Comedy for Serious People: "All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his."
-Oscar Wilde in The Importance of Being Earnest

This Victorian era author may have hidden behind a pen name, but wasn't shy when it came to sharing that, "Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face."
-George Eliot
Bonus point for real name - Mary Anne Evans

It's hard to know how much stock we should put in the words of an author who wrote, "Mothers are all slightly insane," seeing as he became a recluse in New Hampshire after writing one definitive novel. Sounds a bit insane, himself!
-J.D. Salinger

This American poet, the wife of a famous aviator, had an impressive mother who was a poet, herself, and served as a college president. Perhaps it was this example that prompted her daughter to write, "By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class."
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

See if you can guess which poet penned this line, just from his distinctive style, which the New York Times referred to as "droll verse":
“I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.”
-Ogden Nash

Though her own mother died when she was only five, this writer and abolitionist still felt that, "Most mothers are instinctive philosophers."
-Harriet Beecher Stowe

A contemporary of Emerson's, this physician-poet wrote, "The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men - from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms."
-Oliver Wendell Holmes

This Greek philosopher was surprisingly un-philosophical when it came to describing a mother's love. He wrote, "Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own."
-Aristotle

Perhaps this diminutive man had his mother to thank for making him believe he could conquer the world. After all, he did say, "The future destiny of a child is always the work of the mother."
-Napoleon Bonaparte

Described as the "black woman's poet laureate," this civil rights leader and author said describing her own mother "would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power."
-Maya Angelou

Finish this quote from one of the world's most famous artists and a co-founder of the Cubist movement: "My mother said to me, 'If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.' Instead, I was a painter, and became ___________.'"
-Picasso

This New England poet laureate and four-time Pulitzer Prize-winner wrote, perceptively, "A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes."
-Robert Frost

Which general turned president not only called his mother "the most beautiful woman I ever saw", but also said, "I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her"?
-George Washington

This 19th century American author created one of America's best loved and most revered mother characters in her most famous novel, loosely based on growing up with her own three sisters. She wrote of mothers, "What do girls do who haven't any mothers to help them through their troubles?"
-Louisa May Alcott

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On Mothering

If you have somehow dodged the unrelenting bombardment of reminders from radio ads, billboard specialspoorly iced cakes in grocery store bakeries, and adorably filial facebook profile picture changes, I should let you know that today is Mother's Day.

Right now, I'm sitting next to a stranger in the quiet car of a north-bound train, instead of celebrating in the very loud living room of Mimo's apartment with my sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, cousins, cousins-once-removed, *gasp* grandmother, and *gasp* my Mom (who arrived in DC unexpectedly after a 2-day cross country road trip with Zenith). While I would certainly prefer to be in the latter situation, the former has provided me with a bit of space to ponder the holiday that everyone else seems busy celebrating.

Momo with my oldest brother Tomicah, before the biblically proportioned baby deluge.

Momo with my oldest brother Tomicah, before the biblically proportioned baby deluge.

I was looking through some old family pictures scanned into my computer, when I had a mind-blowingly obvious realization -- mommies are people too. They have weird senses of humors, they can be self conscious, sometimes they like crass television shows. Some of them aren't great, and some of them are extraordinary; capable, intelligent, innovative, visionary -- all of the important words. They put most all of that incredible energy directly into making someone else better. They totally cut out the middle-man and take direct responsibility for the outcome of another person (or two, or three, or eleven) -- whether that be by staying with those kiddos every step of the way or by working to provide them with other opportunities. That's kind of huge deal to me.

I hope it goes without saying, but I love you mommy. Thank you.

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Carousels & Macarons

Our itinerary wasn't concrete, but we knew we needed to get out of New Haven & that the Big Apple would be our final destination. We walked to the train station and rescued some beached worms from the sidewalk along the way. They didn't really say anything, but I could tell they appreciated it. Our friend Kellee joined us and together we dined on peanut butter cups and diet ginger ale. 

^^^After spending some time sniffing handsome man perfume in Grand Central we rounded out our breakfast with some giant pistachio and salted caramel macarons. They were the perfect combination of crunchy, gooey, creamy, fluffy nonsense. ^^^

^^^After meeting some new friends, we headed to Brooklyn where we discovered a carousel. Some of the horses moved up and down aaaaaand^^^

It. Was. Thrilling. 

After eating a yummy pizza  dinner, we headed back to campus. All in all, a very successful adventure. 

P.S. Mother's day is coming! We've had

some pretty

wonderful celebrations

 in the past featuring truly 

delectable menus

Here's what I'm thinking for tomorrow:

Some Balloons

A bouquet (or two)

Flower Salad 

The best yogurt you've ever had

Ambrosia

Eggs Benedict

Roasted potatoes

Cheese

and 

Some Chocolate

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Breaking up, making up, Mormonism and me

An ex-boyfriend of mine showed up stoned to a memorial for my father. Another run-in with a former beau was so noxious he penned an 8-minute ballad chronicling the debacle. And I spent years avoiding entire cities for fear of bumping into somebody that I used to know.

This proclivity extends beyond romantic involvements to include former friends and even establishments with which I had, at some point in my life, been deeply involved. And for the most part, its suited me just fine. I go my way, they go theirs, and everyone is better off for it. Or so I thought. 

Recently I've realized that there's one past relationship I just can't hide from. My relationship with the Mormon church. Like most of my breakups this one was messy. I knew the relationship wasn't good for me, that I was worth more, and that telling myself everything was okay wouldn't make it so. But extracting myself from the dysfunction was a long and drawn out process. It left me feeling deserted, unlovable and alone. But, for me at least, a religion proved far more difficult to close out than a man, because with a family a big and close and devout as mine, cutting all ties with the faith would mean cutting all ties with the people who bring the most joy and meaning to my life. And that was simply not an option.

So, I'd have frequent brushes with the church, and every time my gut would churn, my palms would sweat and I'd spout out some sort of snarky logorrhea to let off steam. The situation was far from ideal, but it seemed to be the price of spending time with my family. Then over the course of the past year, everything has changed. All of the angst I used to feel during encounters of the LDS kind has slipped away. I've come to better understand the comfort faith brings my family, they've realized that it just wasn't for me. Even though the church and I couldn't make things work, I'm grateful for the role it played, and in a much smaller way continues to play, in my life. And for once, I'm able to say that I've stayed friendly with my "ex," and it works just fine. 

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