Christina and I decided today that one way to bifurcate the world is into people who go to water parks and people who don’t. This happened because our huge plans to spend all day tomorrow at an indoor water park in Danvers went off the rails when we realized the place was already booked solid. [...]
Read the children a book tonight that was called “Dream a Little Dream.” A conversation ensued about what Grace and Whit’s dreams were. Grace announced that her dream was that “Everyone has food … and enough toys to play with.” I asked her how she could help make this dream come true and she said, [...]
Am reading this book right now. It’s wonderful. Email this post
Totally obsessed with the Twilight series (thank you Anna). And my trusty Oyster Bay (but I had a salad for dinner! Hadley you are such a good influence). Email this post
One of the blogs I read publishes a weekly poem. This week is the epilogue to The Tempest, one of my favorite Shakespeare plays (those paying attention will remember my one and only pet, a guinea pig whose residence in my life was short-lived due to a late-breaking parental “allergy,” was called Caliban after a [...]
Whit has been Comedy Central this week. On Thursday I came home from New York to find him playing in the snow in a huge fluffy hat and a chest full of necklaces (displayed over his parka). Anastasia told me that she had gone into his room during quiet time to see that he had [...]
This piece on saving/throwing away childrens’ art makes me laugh out loud. I am a ruthless thrower-awayer of art. And, like the writer, I’ve been busted more times than I can count. I wedge the kindergarten worksheets in between cereal boxes in the recycling bin, I bury the “boat” made out of toilet paper rolls [...]
Picture from France, my guess is that Hilary is 4 or 5 and I am 6 or 7. One of my very favorite stories about Mum is from my grade school years at BB&N. It so perfectly sums up the creative, loving, generous, no-nonsense mother she was – and absolutely encapsulates the kind of parent [...]
Read a marvelous editorial in, of all places, Parenting magazine. The quote that has me nodding: Instead, she reminded me of what I’d never recover, opening an ancient grief. In the intervening years, I’d tried to spin that trauma into a necessary trial, one that made me more compassionate. But the unadorned truth, freshly confronted [...]
