At one point yesterday while we were skiing with the kids, Harley Love took a huge spill; it was one of those epic forward rolls, ski’s tumbling straight over her head, and Ben crumbling right over the top of her…which, for the record, I have never seen him do…fall, I mean. She doesn’t fall a lot, but when she does she never cries. This, however, was one of those falls that had her hysterically crying…
One of my very favorite things that Ben does so well is something so simple, yet such a game changer for why I love our relationship so much: he makes me feel wanted. I think it’s something that a lot of people who have been together for a long time tend to lose sight of, but it’s something so basic and necessary that it’s worth investing some thought into on a regular basis. What I…
When I met Ben over 10 years ago, I knew he was different. He was was special. To me. In so many ways. He told me these ridiculous, Dad-level jokes that made me laugh. He left me a message on my voicemail about a mushroom being a fun guy that I saved on there, and listened to regularly, until my phone provider switched systems and it got erased. Which, for the record, was more recent…
I love writing. I find it super relaxing, a time to use the artistic side of my brain beyond drawing cartoons on brown bags in black Sharpie markers, and a way to feel connected to the outside world that, always to my surprise, is doing and thinking a lot of the same stuff that I am every day. What’s become a bit of a nice tradition for me is to dedicate blog posts to our…
I am so in love with Ben Bergeron. Really. He’s the guy I have dreamt of my whole life. He’s my safe place. He’s my why. It starts when I see him. When I see those eyes; those eyes that let you know that he actually cares about you. And, his face; that I just think is the nicest thing to look at. That smile, that makes me wish I had met him earlier…like, in…
In the recent spirit of being vulnerable, let’s go ahead and address the recent topic of spous-al travel…in the middle of the winter in the Northeast…for 14 days. It’s fine. As my friend texted me back on Day 14, “I’m not crying…I’m fine..ur crying…I’m fine..seriously…IM FINNNEE.” Ben doesn’t travel this much all of the time, but we’re on about an annual cycle of him going somewhere for 1-2 weeks here and there…so, I’m starting to…
I was recently asked to speak at The Natick Community Organic Farm’s Annual Meeting and have been brainstorming, writing, and rehearsing the short talk that I’ll be delivering tomorrow night. It’s not going to be word-for-word because I think it’s usually better to just deliver it freely, but you’ll get the idea. It’s a very, very special place to me and I couldn’t be more honored to have been asked to share our family’s experiences…
Today is 9 years. 9 years of being married to my husband, Ben Bergeron. 9 years ago yesterday, I was somehow even more of an insecure, emotional basket case than I am today. That’s still, technically, “improvement”, though. I was a puddle in a white robe in our kitchen in our old apartment wondering if he changed his mind and ran away the day before our wedding because he wasn’t answering my phone calls or…
I have a terrible memory. Anyone who knows me well, knows that my brain is basically dead. But, one very clear memory I have and don’t think I will ever forget is when Jonathan Tuminaro dumped me during either my junior or senior year of high school. It was devastating. My heart hurt so bad and I felt so unbelievably helpless. Relatively speaking, it was one of the truly saddest moments I can…
