I attended Grace and Whit’s school Closing Ceremonies and, predictably, bawled.
We went to Storyland for the third year in a row, on the day school got out. It was marvelous.
I read Cheryl Strayed’s Wild, Gone by Cathi Hanauer, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.
One weekend, while Matt and Whit hiked and camped in the White Mountains, Grace and I visited Pops. It is the last time I see him.
We spent a magical, peaceful weekend just the four of us by the ocean.
Grace spent 2+ hours in an MRI machine in the name of scientific research.
My favorite blog post: Maternal
Anne-Marie Slaughter’s article about in the Atlantic, Why Women Still Can’t Have It All, ignites conversation and debate among my friends both virtual and real, and precipitates much reflection about what “having it all” looks like for each of us.
I am proud to see my first piece run on the Huffington Post, 10 Things I Want My Daughter to Know Before She Turns 10.
What do I make of all this texture? What does it mean about the kind of world in which I have been set down? The texture of the world, its filigree and scrollwork, means that there is the possibility for beauty here, a beauty inexhaustible in its complexity, which opens to my knock, which answers in me a call I do not remember calling, and which trains me to the wild and extravagant nature of the spirit I seek. – Annie Dillard
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