Packed Grace’s very last kindergarten lunch tonight. Wow. She requested a ham, turkey, and (vegan) cheese sandwich and some fruit. I made the sandwich, using my most-treasured parenting secret weapon to make it special (run, don’t walk, to buy a large heart-shaped cookie cutter. I use it almost daily), cut up an apple, put in [...]
Grace and Whit both took communion for the first time today (one of many things I learned in yesterday’s pre-baptism class is that baptism, not confirmation, is the entree into communion). They were both fairly hilarious at the altar. Whit asked the minister, quietly, “Does this cracker have nuts in it?” before politely saying “No [...]
In keeping with the poetry theme, last week Grace was puttering in the kitchen with me one afternoon. She told me she wanted to write some poems. “Okay, Grace. Go for it.” (invisible eye roll) “I am going to bring this candle over here, okay?” (takes Votivo scented candle, lit, to table) “Why?” “I am [...]
Life is elegaic right now. Maybe it’s the closing of the school year, maybe it’s the coming of spring and the turning of another year, maybe it’s just some new shot of melancholy coursing through my veins. It’s a sad time. Things feel as achingly beautiful as this sky – blue with scattered pink clouds, [...]
Have found a marvelous new blog that I love. And the blog’s very first post rings all the bells in my head. I am nodding and giggling and tearing up all at the same time: The ABC’s of Insecurity Enjoy. Have been a little lacking in inspiration of late. A little afraid to wade into [...]
(note both majesty tie and that Whit is fully aloft) These dear, hilarious children of mine. So funny and warm in spite of all of my mistakes! They deserve much better than a “mother who is more shade than sun.” (Daphne Merkin) Email this post
I read It Happens Every Day this week (thank you, Hadley), and found it a moving story about the vagaries of the human heart, the need to be true to oneself, and the ways life can change in an instant. The author makes it clear that we can never truly know those who are closest [...]
In Blackwater Woods Mary Oliver Look, the treesare turningtheir own bodiesinto pillars of light,are giving off the richfragrance of cinnamonand fulfillment, the long tapersof cattailsare bursting and floating away overthe blur shoulders of the ponds,and every pond,no matter what it itsname is, is nameless now.Every yeareverythingI have ever learned in my lifetimeleads back to this: [...]
From my Dad. Who, incidentally, is the first environmentalist I ever knew. This man was, I’m told, advocating for the US to invest in rail back in the 70s when he was getting his PhD at MIT. This was not, at that time, a popular idea. He has been vocal about how important environmental issues [...]
We live in a rainbow of chaos.-Paul Cezanne Email this post
