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A Slow Morning And A Big Breakfast

Friday, May 18, 2018

Words & Photography
by Abby Schmidt



We rolled out of bed and started pouring ourselves jars of cold brew.
I put on Amos Lee and as we sat down for pancakes together,
Isaac told me I always put on Amos when I’m snowed or rained in,
wanting to feel as cozy as possible.
Love me a slow morning and a big breakfast.

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Homemade Sourdough Bagels

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Words & Photography
by Nina Landis



Today's adventure...homemade sourdough bagels! Honestly, it wasn't nearly as hard as I expected, and it was a great way to use up all that extra sourdough starter.
Baking with the kids is becoming a truly enjoyable school activity. So much learning happens in the kitchen, and we get to be together while changing up our weekly routine.
Baking with the kids is becoming a truly enjoyable school activity. So much learning happens in the kitchen, and we get to be together while changing up our weekly routine. I'd say that's a win. So is spreading cream cheese on a warm bagel right out of the oven and digging in over a nice time of reading aloud.

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Somebody's Baby

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Words & Photography
by Caroline Snider



Today before we caught the train back to our home, the one whose sight caught at the end of a country road makes the air in our lungs relax and calm prevail within our bones, we were approached by a very confused man who asked your Daddy and I for some change. Without any in either of our wallets I offered that we were happy to buy him some lunch instead and he agreed. A small grapefruit juice and a pastry. A grand total of $6.88. I say that because it’s important to me that you know this isn’t a story about your parents doing a very small good deed. Because it was just that, small and insignificant on the relentless scale of help and kindness this gentlemen needed. His wrists were adorned with hospital tags and scars and he was clearly very alone and very much in need of help. Help bigger than either of us could offer.

During our minutes long interaction he asked if it was ok before selecting each item, and each time I told him yes. As I handed over my card to pay for this meager spread he asked me, "It’s okay if I call you Mom right?" Before I could answer, he turned and left.

And I don’t know, my baby, those words have repeatedly punched me in the gut since he asked them. Maybe he didn’t know what he was saying? It’s likely. Or maybe he did, maybe he could sense I was a woman lost deep in the years of Mothering, putting the needs of others before my own. Maybe he saw you and could see just how safe you were. Maybe he sensed the care in me he so desperately needed in his own life. I don’t know.
...he came into the world in the exact same way you did. He was somebody’s baby. Who knows what life handed him as he grew. Life can be so cruel... I hope there was a time he was cradled against somebody’s chest safely just as you were tonight. I hope there was a time when he was looked after before the world turned it’s back on him.
All I know, my son...and I want you to remember this, is he came into the world in the exact same way you did. He was somebody’s baby. Who knows what life handed him as he grew. Life can be so cruel. As I laid you down to sleep I kept thinking of him. I hope there was a time he was cradled against somebody’s chest safely just as you were tonight. I hope there was a time when he was looked after before the world turned it’s back on him.

You smiled at him for a moment because your beautiful heart has yet to learn how we pick and chose the people we embrace. I hope you never lose that.

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Despite My Bad Days

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Words & Photography
by Alexandria Smith



I was not a very good mom yesterday. I was flustered and impatient, and hangry, and I'd be ashamed if you saw me in all my ill-tempered glory. But my kids saw me. They are the only ones who ever do. And honestly, they're the only ones who really matter. And they love me despite my bad days.
I apologized to them and told them that I try my best every day. That sometimes my best isn't very good, but that I'll keep trying even harder tomorrow.
I apologized to them and told them that I try my best every day. That sometimes my best isn't very good, but that I'll keep trying even harder tomorrow. Then Daphne hugged me and said, "You're always a good momma."

I hope one day I'm even half as accepting and gracious as they are.

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Urbanspace NYC

Monday, May 14, 2018

Words & Photography
by Jennifer Shin



Y a a a s to everything at the new Urbanspace NYC at 570 lex, especially the menu of fried chicken goodness at Bobwhite Counter.

Urbanspace NYC //
General Electric Building
570 Lexington Ave.
New York, NY 10022
 

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