A Brooklynite with two toddlers, I started blogging a few years ago when Shon (my husband in nearly every way except on paper) and I lived in Guatemala and traveled around Central America and Mexico. We had the luxury of time and the power of the dollar, and there wasn’t a single car seat, crib, or carrier in sight. How cushy and quaint that life now seems. It calls into question what I did with my pre-kid time, and makes me want to retroactively yell at my younger self: Write a book! Become a doctor! Think up the next Internet!
Of course, old me isn’t listening (she’s drinking beer in Belize and worrying about “bad ombres“), so I yell this (silently) instead at young 20-somethings on the subway, on those blessed occasions when I have the chance to ride it.
“Blessed?” you ask. “Surely you exaggerate.”
No. I love the subway and not just because it usually equates to kid-free time. Yes, the trains can be slow, smelly, and crowded, but…those thoughts don’t really cross my mind. It took insane feats of engineering (and quite a few lives) to dig massive tunnels under New York’s urban wilds, all so people like me wouldn’t have to worry about parking. After a decade-plus living here and having grown up car-dependent in the Jersey suburbs, I’m still in awe of the NYC subway. And still look for mole people.
And… I’m off on a New York tangent.
I like the city, and despite not being cool enough for it, Brooklyn, especially. I’m pretty neutral on bath toys, but I’m fond of two little monkeys, Ben (3) and Jake (1), who adore them–including one “bad yellow duck.” So, there you have it. The formula for the blog: NYC + mini-monsters + some other stuff I love (or sometimes hate), like writing, running, and food (in another life, I attended culinary school and never resorted to meals of leftover baby food. Oh, to live large…). And though we don’t do much of it these days, travel is always the dream.
More generally, I’m a “content creator,” meaning I produce or shape words for different outlets. Meaning I have to create. Something. From blank Word documents. For someone else. As a person often wracked with near-debilitating self-doubt, but who must also still “ship,” well, maybe next time I’ll become that doctor. Blood-soaked bodies over a blinking cursor? Yes, please.
“Bad Yellow Duck” used to be “Not Quite Roughing It,” and much of the content you’ll find here (for now) was generated when we were a bit more far flung. One day, we’ll again be off on crazy adventures, but until then, thanks for reading.