It’s time for my reminder about Mother’s Day. We love our mothers. Of course we love our mothers. But they drive us crazy. They raised us wonderfully/strangely/amazingly/poorly or they didn’t raise us at all. They fill us with love or hate or guilt or horror or remorse. We take care of them or they take care of us. Perhaps we … Read More
Happy Holidays, Dear Friends!
Itty Bit painted this at school and I thought it was terrifically charming. It’s perfect for a card filled with good wishes. May your holidays be joyous, your bounty plentiful, and may your heart be full of love. I wish you the very best, my darlings. You deserve every good thing. <3
A Stampede of Happiness: Williams Syndrome
A friend turned me on to Jon Kent’s A Stampede of Happiness, which is a 43 minute long documentary about Williams Syndrome. It’s showing on Amazon Prime. It was quite fun to watch, and I realized I was grinning through most of it. I’m familiar with quite a few of the people shown in the documentary, and it’s a good … Read More
This Mother’s Day Thing is a Mixed Bag
It’s time for my reminder about Mother’s Day. We love our mothers. Of course we love our mothers. But they drive us crazy. They raised us wonderfully/strangely/amazingly/poorly or they didn’t raise us at all. They fill us with love or hate or guilt or horror or remorse. We take care of them or they take care of us. Perhaps we … Read More
Be My Valentine All Month Long
Holidays have this insane, commercial buildup. There’s pressure, pressure, PRESSURE and then suddenly it’s over. You’re left with dead flowers, discount chocolates, and the next holiday (or two) creeping into the stores. Stop. Just stop. This has become madness. I find myself pushing back at the hype. I want to surround myself with my family, whom I love, and let … Read More
This Mother’s Day Thing is a Mixed Bag
We love our mothers. Of course we love our mothers. But they drive us crazy. They raised us wonderfully/strangely/amazingly/poorly or they didn’t raise us at all. They fill us with love or hate or guilt or horror or remorse. We take care of them or they take care of us. Perhaps we have never met them. Perhaps we like it … Read More
My Six-Year-Old Demonstrates what to do in the Case of an Active Shooter.
No parents should ever have to listen to this. No child should ever have to learn it. But this is the world we live in, and no matter how uncomfortable it is, we need to do what we can to keep them safe. This is Littlest, my baby, explaining what to do if an active shooter comes to her school. … Read More
This Is What Love Looks Like
I’m under some pretty intense deadlines and other stresses. How do you eat an elephant? You unhinge your jaw and try to devour all of it at once. Naturally. I came home from an unscheduled grocery store run (Arg, it ate up half an hour I didn’t intend to lose!) to this beautiful spread by Middlest. “You need to eat, … Read More
Things My Daughter Puts In My Coke Glass
It’s like she waits for me to finish drinking it!
Hello, Childhood. I’m So Pleased To See You.
My father gave me The Book of Goodnight Stories on April 13, 1988. I know this because he wrote it on the inside of the cover. I had just turned nine. There are 365 stories in this book, one for each day of the year. I never had much discipline, however, and plowed through a week’s worth of stories at a time. The … Read More