Category Archives: everyday life

camp drop off

Another year.  Another camp drop off.  Her sixth summer, and his fourth.  The camp I adore. Another reminder of the dizzying speed with which this world is spinning, with which the years are flying by. Three years ago I wrote that I love right now more than I have any other moment of my life.  […]

The struggle and the beauty

this picture, which I took yesterday morning and shared on Instagram, reminds me of the photograph below I have written about how I listen to On Being podcasts in the morning when I run.  I do so at 1.5x, a detail that Matt thinks is a metaphor for my whole life.  Last week, I listened […]

don’t count anyone out

Whit at bat.  He is #3.  In case you are curious, Babe Ruth played #3 for the Yankees. This is Whit’s fourth year playing Little League in our town.  For the last three years he played in the “minor leagues,” for the Giants.  They were not a winning team.  For three straight years, they were […]

Farewell. Alleluia.

Monday evening, June 6 – not the classic both-in-white photo, because they didn’t have the same last day. June 4, 2015, their last last day together until high school Today, we’re out of school.  Actually yesterday was Grace’s last day, and today is Whit’s.  It is the first year in a great many that they […]

Ease doesn’t look like I expected it to

Lexington Battle Green, 5:15am on Patriot’s Day I should have expected the slap-down from the universe.  I really should have. In March 2009 I wrote about fragility.  “At any moment Grace and Whit could meet with danger, either through an accident or through development of illness. When thinking about this post last night, I thought […]

Alleluia

Last week I shared a quote from Paul Lisicky’s gorgeous memoir, The Narrow Door, about the life that the cup can’t hold without spilling.  I shared a shard of the same quote on Instagram, and asked “is all writing an attempt to capture some of what spills over our cups?”  I suspect it is.  I […]

the bright freight of memory

On the morning when we bought a talking camel, December 2011, Jerusalem, Israel “Okay, buddy, one more page.” Whit nodded and kept reading his current book, Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods.  We were sitting in my bed reading together, which is always a highlight of my day.  How long will he eagerly run downstairs […]

So taut I might snap

It has been a very difficult few weeks in my world.  Mostly work-related, but I feel worn down and stretched thin and generally as though I am about to fall apart.  I read my friend Amanda’s piece, Love, Doubt, and Guilt Dance on the Head of a Pin at exactly the right moment.  Last Wednesday […]

honoring the end as much as the beginning

Silver bells from our tree lined up after we took them down on 1/3/16.  Time for some silver polish? On January 3rd, we took down our tree.  I woke up that morning and went for a run during a glorious sunrise, and then came home to a regular morning of coffee, laundry, and, eventually, ornament […]

Saying yes

Years ago I wrote about not understanding what people meant when they called their children their greatest teachers.  And then I wrote about suddenly getting what that means.  I wrote about that on Karen’s beautiful blog.  And Grace and Whit are still teaching me things, over and over again.  Most recently, the lesson was about […]