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A week in words
I’ve been considering a personal writing and living challenge, but with kids + life I’m not sure if I can make it happen. On the other hand, if not now, when? The idea is to explore one idea or approach to being human, one day or week at a time. These are the themes I’ve …
Eleven secrets for an excellent road trip
If there are people in your car who follow Elmo on twitter, keep the banana industry thriving, and compel you to keep snacks and wipes on hand at every single moment less you risk Armegeddon, then you need to read this post. We are driving to spend three nights with dear friends on the Olympic …
Diamonds in the sand
Scrambling out of bed, a tangle of girls head outside. It is the brightest of days, and my feet are on fire. The sand is white hot burning soft glittering joy running ouch. I skip, then sprint to the water’s edge, and plunge my feet into the sea. Relief pours through me as the sweet salty breeze …
What’s in a free lunch?
I recently started working from home one day a week. Mid-day, I take a two hour break to run some errands and make sure my son gets some running around time at a local park – rain or shine. Today we stopped by a park we rarely visit after a quick visit to the post …
Dusty books
Sometimes I read someone’s story, and I think, whoa, she (or he) is seriously effed up. And I cannot relate. I thank the stars in the sky that I was born into a playful and gentle childhood, a shaky but stable adolescence, and an incredibly strong get-you-on-your-feet kind of young adulthood. Other times I read someone’s story …
Sucker punched
I am sitting in the airport reflecting on the senseless bits and pieces of the day thus far. This morning my eldest and I rushed into the classroom to check on the baby chicks that began hatching two days ago in an incubator in his classroom. A small group of students was huddled together reading …
Boom boom balloons
So yesterday was my son’s fifth birthday party, and what I am about to describe is in many respects absolutely no different than any other parents’ experience. However. We were nearly ready to go. After I tucked the youngest in for a two hour power nap, the birthday boy joined me for the terrific errand of …
You are my sunshine
Two nights ago I nearly tossed my youngest into his crib! Now don’t go calling Child Protective Services yet. I didn’t really toss him (though he’s a string bean and light enough so I could if I wanted to). I gently held him, rocked him a bit, and placed him in bed — against his wishes. …
Thoughts on a visit home
You can’t go home again. I know the expression, but not the writer nor the book that prompted its use in the mainstream. I go home infrequently these days since I live nearly three thousand miles away. Still, I find myself returning to my childhood home often enough that I don’t feel like a stranger. …
