Some pictures and a memory from the archives. On December 22nd, 2005, we woke up thinking Whit had chicken pox. I was excited, and had big plans to put Grace and he in bed together so they both got it (I would love to have avoided that vaccination which seems unnecessary to me). I took [...]
With so much gratitude to Alana at Whole Self Coach for this wonderful meme, and belated thanks for the Sunshine Award! I’d love to hear any of your answers to these simple but thought-provoking questions I am: Sitting in bed next to my son. Grateful. Sad. Scared of change. In the middle of my life. [...]
Sometimes the biggest secret women keep is what they really want to do with their lives. Go on: I dare you. (I dislike watching video on the computer, intensely, but this is worth it) Email this post
A beloved blog reader sent me the YouTube video of Katrina Kenison reading from her book, The Gift of an Ordinary Day. Predictably, the video made me cry, hard. I ordered the book immediately and it sat on my bedside table for a few days before I picked it up. And then. I read it, [...]
Jo at Mylestones described yesterday her weekend of quotidian experiences with her children, concluding, with lovely, resonant truth: “I write so I won’t forget. I write because the little moments matter to me, because they add up to my life.” She closed her post by asking her readers two questions: Why do you write? What [...]
I remember being a child, maybe 7 or 8, standing on the rocky beach on Long Island where my father grew up. His parents still lived in his childhood home, a few blocks’ walk from this beach. Set back from the beach were rows of wooden changing rooms, whose gray paint was peeling slightly. We [...]
Yesterday morning, I went to Grace’s class’s “open house.” This was basically 30 minutes for the parents to sit in teeny chairs or kneel on the linoleum floor (oh, 35.5 year old self – NOT nice. getting up: hard) and have the children show us their latest work. There was pride and sheer delight on [...]
Grace was a colicky baby. I was a colicky new mother. Those first few weeks and months involved far more crying than they did sleep. First, I was lost in the 24 hour tilt-a-whirl cycle of newborn-ness where day and night blend into each other in an endless wash of tears, milk, and a general [...]
As I was driving last night, Like a Prayer came on and my thoughts drifted, immediately and firmly, to Leigh. They always do. Leigh is a dear, dear friend of my childhood. We met at a camp on Cape Cod when we were 12 or 13 and for several summers enjoyed an intense friendship. Leigh [...]
