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On might and motherhood
Being a mother is a complex ball of constant emotion. Motherhood is two sides to the same coin, it’s realizing what complex individuals our mothers were at our age. Learning that even though they were our whole-wide-world they were still coming into their own. Learning this lesson through living it, through looking down into the wide eyes of your greatest creations and wondering who is this magical being they revere. It’s coming into your magic in the warm glow of the magic of another. It’s so easy to stop showing up in love, it’s hard work to love someone through their pain grief and sadness show up in so many…
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Airplane Travel With A Toddler | Wear This
After flying on over 30 flights in the last two years with my daughter I’d like to think I’ve perfected the formula for what to wear during airplane travel with a toddler, enter, my travel uniform. Since I’ve discovered Little Gypsy Co I haven’t gotten on a plane, without throwing on one of their dresses, well I did once and I’m still regretting it. These dresses are cute and comfy and layer like a dream! They lack pockets, which means I never absentmindedly put something in them only to later forget said confiscated trinket in my pocket when going through TSA checkpoints So if you’re not going to heed my advise and live…
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BOHEMIAN MINIMALISM | SOUVENIRS
My mother had this bag in the 70’s, as a child I played with it and filled it with my treasures. Three decades later my daughter has one too. I scoured the entire village if Hoi An to find a matching ark bag tiny enough for my little Noon’s toddler hands. Only one store in the whole town carried it (for the highest price) but that memory will never leave me. It was a hard-won victory forever woven into the very bamboo fibers of this ark bag. Every time she picks it up I’m instantly transported back to the narrow alleyways, marigold-hued buildings of Hoi An, and our first solo mother-daughter trip to Vietnam. Children accumulate…
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Navigating the Batu Cave steps with Kids
Every time I travel to Kuala Lumpur I make a stop at the Batu Caves. There is something magical about getting to the very top and experiencing the Fern Gully type of hidden kingdom revealed at the precipice. My most recent trip to the Batu Caves was for my annual birthday trip and was the first time climbing the steps with a toddler in tow. Let me tell you, climbing the steps of the Batu Caves are a completely different beast while pregnant versus with a full grown human strapped to my back. Here are a few tips for your next family trip to the Batu Caves, including what to wear. Like…
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SMALL TOKENS
Friends you meet on your travels are gifts. Gifts from those friends are magic
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GENTLE GRATITUDE
I stumbled across my Elementary School Year Book recently and saw that it said I wanted to be a fashion designer. I dismissed this, tucked it away somewhere and kept going with my life. One day watching my daughter run and jump and laugh and frolic did I realize that this very moment had been created by me. My daughter pushed forth from my loins, my greatest creation yet, ran wildly through the streets of New York her clothes billowing behind her, trying desperately to keep up, were my own design. Id housed these clothes in my heart long before she erupted into the world. I’m standing there in a matching dress realizing that…
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THE EGG HOUSE
Looking for kids attractions in New York City is a full time job. This Easter someone suggested this eggtastic adventure house to me. My husband purchased tickets on the first available day, which just so happened to be today. The Egg House was a fun way to spend a Sunday.
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21 Days to Launch
My mother passed away when I was 21. She passed from a rare (essentially) incurable cancer, taking with her, a mothers love, and my entire history. As the child of immigrants I am the product of travel, and she ingrained in us the importance of overseas travel. Every since I was born my mother made sure I spend at least a month outside of the country, sometimes foregoing family trips to ship us abroad to cousins in far away places. My diary was my original family travel blog. I learned to sew by the light of a kerosene lamp in Jamaica by an elderly aunt who could barely see but muscle…
