So, I have a really deformed right thumbnail. And it hurts. This is from an injury sustained while writing Christmas cards (more on that later). The damned thing is throbbing constantly and is really bothering me. I was contemplating that I should just lop it off but then realized I’d be forfeiting the one thing [...]
Waiting patiently for the blue sky to make its way into my spirit. “We all got holes in our lives. Nobody dies in a perfect garment. We all got to face the nothingness before us and behind. Call it sleep. We all begin in sleep and thats’ where we find our end. Even in between, [...]
I asked Whit this weekend if he would rather be a big boy or a little man. With his trademark absolute lack of nuance, he opted immediately for “big boy.” So there you go. Email this post
I guess I still have some smugness that needs to be beat out of me. For all of that talk about cavalierly choosing to accept risk, not an hour after I wrote that blog post, Whit went to the ER in an ambulance. Grace and I had picked out two tiny chocolate Easter eggs at [...]
I love Lisa Belkin’s Motherlode column yesterday. Love it. I had tears running down my face at work reading it. It touched many soft spots for me, including my deep awareness of the fragility of it all, my inability to really enjoy life in the moment, and the way that parenting humbles you, making you [...]
Sick child. Grace woke up with 102.5 and did not go on her trip with Nana. She spent the day sleeping and drinking water and motrin. I made rainbow cupcakes to try to cheer her up. And worked on my puzzle. Email this post
Yes, it has been pointed out to me that Whit’s instinctive pairing of madras and Princeton seems wiser than his years. Email this post
Read this to Grace and Whit today. They sat through the whole thing, spellbound (amazing because of the paucity of pictures in our copy). I cried as I read. This is an oldie but worth rereading. “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a [...]
If the world were only pain and logic, who would want it?Of course, it isn’t.Neither do I mean anything miraculous, but onlyThe light that can shine out of a life. – Mary Oliver Email this post
