Little Gifts

This is a truly marvelous reminder of the little gifts we can give each other. Of the way small gestures and kindnesses can have an enormous impact.

In this time of inclement weather inside my own head, one of the most reliable ways for me to feel happy is to reach out to others, to soothe and offer warmth and to be as generous as I am able. This post is an excellent reminder of that.

Small offerings, the best I can do: Remembering to ask how a doctor’s appointment went. Sending along a book that made me think of you. Listening to Gracie tell a short story in a long, long, winding, roundabout way. Refraining from reaction even when my instinct is to snap. Baking a casserole for a family in grieving or busy with a new baby. Sending a birthday card the old-fashioned way, in the mail. Giving a gift just because I hoped it would make you happy.

Also, the hands in the photograph are wearing the same bracelet that I wear, adore, and never take off.

Buck with hat


Whit last week. You can see his sister hiding under a towel on the couch. This is just another regular night at my house.

Things I Cannot Live Without

Sorry, no deep thoughts today, or even articulate sentences. I’m just too tired.


1. Cherry chapstick. This is my oh-so-sophisticated version of lipstick. In college Q used to like the Dr Pepper kind because it even has a slight pink tint along with that delicious DP flavor. I tried to use lip gloss for a long time but my hair kept getting stuck in it and I finally just accepted that this is all I need.
2. LL Bean tote bags. In the Mead household growing up these were called “canvas carriers” and I still use one almost every day. They are duffel bag, gym bag, yoga bag, diaper bag, work bag all in one. These used to be my favorite baby present and I thought I was so original until Whit was born and I received seven of them. That’s okay: I use them all. I think I probably have about 15 in total and they all get used. For a weekend in Marion the kids and I each pack in one.3. Crocs for my kids. I know. They are not pretty. But they are easy access and there are no laces to tie. Also, I have a real blind spot about shoes and never know my kids’ sizes, so invariably the day comes in November or something when the only thing they have that fits is crocs and it is snowing outside.

4. Spray sunscreen. I’m too laissez-faire about sunscreen to begin with (witness Grace’s deep, dark tan) but my GOD if I had to actually hold the wriggling children still and rub the stuff in? Forget it. This is my only prayer. And I do believe that sunscreen is pretty important.

5. My iPhone. It’s my umbilical cord to the world. And also my main camera these days. In a pinch, a babysitter (G&W are partial to Doodle Jump and iChalky).

6. Hair elastics. Because I’m in a ponytail 90% of the time. Because I can’t stand hair in my eyes. Seriously, it’s kind of a crisis if I don’t have one. Also functions as jewelry for the 10% of the time that it’s on my wrist and not in my hair.
7. Big sunglasses. My current favorite pair is a browner version of these, with the big hardware hinges on each side. Sunglasses hide my tired eyes, my wrinkles, my tears, and help with the hair-in-face problem.

8. Starbucks venti nonfat latte with 2 splenda. No explanation needed. Diet Coke a close second in the beverage category.
9. Old Navy white tank tops. Wear one almost every day three seasons a year. In the winter, this is replaced by long-sleeved J Crew cashmere tee shirts.
10. Band aids. These are the cure-alls for Grace and Whit. All manner of bumps and bruises and injuries, perceived and real, are immediately better with a kiss from me and a band-aid. Even better if they can go into the cabinet and get it themselves.

I am sort of fascinated by the small things that people have with them all the time, on their person or in their bags. By the things we carry, as it were, in our day to day life. What is it that you always have with you, without which you can’t imagine living?

Dry Fuddruckers in Dubai

Dear college roommate C and I had dinner last night at the Cheesecake Factory. It was downright hilarious watching her approach the 20 page menu. Every time I go to the Cheesecake (which is not that often, thank you and thank God) I am amazed, again, at a spiral-bound menu with page numbers (that the servers rattle off with aplomb) and advertising. Who had the idea to sell advertising in the menu? That’s somewhere between horrifying and genius.

I told C about how I spent New Year’s Eve 2002 at the Cheesecake with Matt and Grace. Grace was in her enormous carseat and spent most of the short dinner wailing. I spent most of the dinner walking up and down the aisles of the airplane hangar sized restaurant with her over my shoulder, still wailing. The 6pm Cheesecake Factory crowd on New Year’s Eve leaves, shall we say, something to be desired. In short it was not one of my favorite nights.

But C’s eyes lit up. “I can beat that!” she exclaimed.

“No way.” I challenged her.

“Last year. Christmas Eve. The dry – make sure you hear that part, DRY – Fuddrucker’s in Dubai. All three kids.”

You win.