Do you ever wonder, when you stop for a moment and think, who’s teaching whom anyway?
2016 is filled with so many voices telling us what we are supposed to do, look like, act like, think. There are a million people all shouting for our attention . . .
Everywhere I look in my house there’s a mess that needs cleaning, a problem that needs solving, a person that needs loving.
Happy Birthday, Pooka. Mama loves you forever.
I found this list of questions and decided I needed to answer some of them. Because I want to write in my blog but don’t have anything else that I’m ready to say. 🙂 1. What did you do this year that you’re proud of? I don’t know if proud is the right word exactly, but […]
I go back and I read entries in this blog, and I laugh at the memories of the little boys I used to have– little boys who built snowmen out of grass and stripped naked and ran gleefully around the backyard– little boys who have, somehow, between now and then, grown up so much. I […]
My high school class is planning a little get-together for next weekend. Not an official reunion, you know, just a “Hey guys, who’s available to get together on Saturday and hang out? Bring your kids . . .” sort of thing. It’s amazing how something this simple can bring up all the insecurities I thought […]
I spend a lot of time composing words that never make it into the blog or into any tangible form whatever. Life is busy and complicated and distracting. There are always so many things that need doing, and not so many people to do them. I sometimes wish I could directly dump my brain […]
Pooka and Art are gone at her tumbling class when I open a package of cheap paring knives and hand each boy a bar of soap. Our studies of the Renaissance have brought us up to Michelangelo, and since we don’t have any large chunks of marble lying around we’re going to practice our sculpting […]
You may be wondering why I am sitting here at eleven in the morning with wet hair and sweatpants on. You may be wondering why we are taking such a long break from our morning schoolwork, why the whole house smells like bleach, why the breakfast dishes are still dirty, and why I’m doing laundry […]