Most mornings, I walk Grace and Whit into their respective school buildings. Occasionally, if I have to make it to an early meeting or something, I do “live drop off” instead, letting them hop out of the car while I idle at the curb. For some reason this always brings tears to my eyes. There’s [...]
I try to protect Wednesday afternoons to spend with Grace and Whit. This past week Wednesday was sunny and warm: classic Indian summer. I walked to school to pick them up and we walked home, stopping at the playground on the way. After a stop at home to finish Grace’s homework, we went to one [...]
On our way to school on a very gloomy rainy morning. Had to wake both of these guys up from a sound slumber! (not so myself: the newest incarnation of my life-long friend, insomnia, is that I wake up at 4am and can’t go back to sleep. yesterday this found me running in the pitch [...]
August 16th, 11:00 pm, the Logan airport baggage claim. Look who is tired. Email this post
Last postcard from camp. Made me happysad, but really definitely mostly happy. xo Email this post
Last Thursday we dropped Grace off at camp. My heart was still soggy from the night before, but I put on my sunglasses and got in the car and off we headed. As we drove the familiar roads on Cape Cod, turned into the driveway with the archery range and sun-bleached grassy front fields, I [...]
Last Thursday morning we dropped Grace off at sleep-away camp (is it sleepover camp, or sleep away camp, and is there a hyphen? I cannot figure this out) for 10 days. Her anxiety about going had been mounting for the week or two prior to July 21st, and I was expecting some tears, and then [...]
Last Friday night was the annual fireworks display in Marion. For a number of reasons I was having one of those evenings where I felt like Grace and Whit were the only true, steady things in my life. We walked down to the dock at the end of the street to watch the fireworks hand [...]
I always think of their shoulder blades as wings. Their wings, poking through their skin. And his little back has two freckles on it now, marks marring his white, skim-milk skin, my skin. Life beginning to make its mark on my child. The wings, though, are on my mind today. The wings. This past winter [...]
Recently, Whit, Grace and I spent the afternoon at a water park. Whit doesn’t do water slides (note: this may change soon, as he didn’t do rollercoasters until last week, when he suddenly tried one and is now a Huge Ride Guy) so we spent a lot of time in the wave pool. We headed [...]
