On my pink two-wheeler, I coast down a steep ramp off an overpass, ahead of my family. Flying down, and picking up speed, I’m gripped by both thrill and fear. What happens at the bottom? Things are moving fast, the leafy trees are green blurs. I find myself on the ground, with both knees opened and blood …
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http://thinkingchild.org.uk My eyes got watery, on the verge of tears, as I sat there, stone-faced, willing myself to not succumb at that moment to what I was feeling. Frustration? Loneliness? Isolation. All of it. And I felt stuck, having realized too late that THIS was not going to work. I tried to appear as though …
Oh, yeah…where’s my menu? I didn’t post one last week either. But I have a good excuse…I promise. I.Went.Back.To.Work. Okay, yeah, it’s only part-time but it’s a huge change for our family in terms of our day-to-day operations and I’m still ironing out the kinks and getting settled. This didn’t really come out of nowhere, …
I confess that I am not yet finished with this month’s From Left To Write book. It’s amazing how much reading slows down when a third child is thrown into the mix… But in any case, I’ve read enough of The Cartographer of No Man’s Land to know that I like the book. Some good …
I’m working on a blog post about living up to our own ideals of parenting but can’t quite figure out how to end it. It’s verging on rambling. For some reason, when I steal someone else’s (read: my mother’s or my sister’s) NYT magazine to do the crossword, I can do a lot of it …
I swear, it is just a coincidence that my last blog post was written during a blizzard. We didn’t have a blizzard today but Winter did get one last wallop in, dumping ten plus inches on us. In fact, it’s still snowing. That picture is from 7am this morning, when we already had 9 inches …
Goals. I got ’em. Last year, inspired by a friend, I made a list of goals for 2012 and updated it once or twice throughout the year, as a note on Facebook. I had to force myself to go back and look at the list, since it had been quite a few months since I …
This afternoon, alone in the car, driving to pick up Alice from school and listening to Runaway Train, my eyes welled up and I was overwhelmed by sadness. The sorrow just washed over me, and I couldn’t fight back the tears now running down my face. I thought about the little six year old boy …
“I always want more,” my friend Ann told me, about my blog posts. I wanted to ask, “what more? more what?” but I never got around to it. The truth is, I like to write and I like to share but I don’t like to share a lot or share everything. My life is so …
Chillin’. Dancing. Napping.