415 days. A little over 59 weeks. That is how long, from the day I found out I was pregnant, to the end of last week, that I spent pretty much 24/7 with my newborn son. 415 days. Nine months of carrying him inside of me wherever I went, and five precious, but all too … More The Working Mama
There is this song that I can’t seem to get out of my head. By Australian band The Waifs, it goes “I miss you like my left arm that’s been lost in a war. Today I dream of home and not of London anymore. I’m in London still…” I don’t live in London, I never … More I’m in New York Still…
Over the last week, social media has come alive with women posting the hashtag #metoo. Started by activist Tarana Burke in 2006 and promoted by actress Alyssa Milano in the wake of revelations that over 40 women have accused Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein of sexual abuse, the idea was that “if all women who had … More I Shouldn’t Have to Feel Lucky I Have “Only” Been Sexually Harassed
Dear New York, I remember the first time we met. It was a freezing December night, a Tuesday and already well past midnight. I had just flown in from California – a last minute trip to see some friends who were in town for New Years Eve – and wasn’t ready for the bracing cold … More New York, I Love (Hate) You
Sarah Yvonne 