This week I have learned more about race in America than I have in the last 34 years. Which says a lot about both my education and what I've chosen to pay attention to in my life. Based on what I've read and watched, I'm embarrassed about many of the actions I've taken and mortified about how I've handled certain situations in my past.
The first time I witnessed and truly understood overt racism first hand was when I lived in NYC for a summer internship during college. Two of my friends came to visit. We went out for dinner and drinks and cut through Union Square to get to my apartment. It was late at night but we were happy and calm walking through the park.
Every single day I get messages asking me how I'm "doing it all" during this pandemic. Asking me how I'm so productive. I feel like I need to set the record straight because I am far from doing it all. In fact, I feel like I'm barely staying above water most days.
I share a small portion of my life and am just trying to hold it all together in the in-betweens.
Baby and toddler PJs are one of my favorite things to buy. I buy them for gifts and my own kid like they're going out of style. I mean is there anything cuter than a freshly-bathed, sweet-smelling, rosy-cheeked, little cutie decked out in her favorite PJs? Ugh, no. There is not.
Amalia is very particular about everything she wears, pajamas included.
