You are going on a trip, and you are taking aspiration. Aspiration and bravery. Aspiration, bravery, and candor.Yes; this is a good first stop: You're going on a trip and you're taking candor. You were two or three, and it was a Saturday, and I was frantically vacuuming and picking up toys, and you were … Continue reading Something for my daughter.
Tonight's adventure in motherhood? Finding photos for my daughter's (surprise!) yearbook ad that was due yesterday but that I've been allowed to submit tomorrow, because my daughter's school yearbook people took pity on me after I begged. Also, reading and helping with a few more college essays. And when I finish that, I have to … Continue reading Something real.
Catchy, right? Well it's late - like, down to the wire kind of late - and this is the 30 day mark, so you know I'm not missing this one, and I thought a little extra attention-grabbing header might be in order, but "Something about sex toys" seemed off brand here. So, vodka. And there's … Continue reading Something about vodka.
The focal point for the day's work was "Wilson," a hospital glove that my husband inflated like a balloon and decorated with a Sharpie marker so it looked like a happy face. The glove's name came from the movie Cast Away, which we'd watched over Labor Day weekend, nestled with the dogs on our green-striped … Continue reading Something laborious.
When in doubt, free-write, with a timer. And tonight, no proofreading, because there's just no time for that (and who cares, anyway?). Fifteen minutes; go. What I'm going to do, long after dinner but before going to bed tonight is this: I'm going to get the big Dutch oven from the cabinet, and I'm going … Continue reading Something about cooking. And laundry. And motherhood.
The first kitchen I remember is the one on Agnes Place, the house, built in 1912, where we lived from my toddler years until I started first grade. I remember five very specific things about this kitchen. The first memory is visual: The window above the sink looked out onto the back yard, where we … Continue reading The solace of my mother’s kitchen: Part 1
Nurse the baby, feed the toddler (Cheerios), pack bags, shower, dress, listen to Veggitales, drive to Calvary (look, it's a backhoe! and an excavator!), go to work, leave work at 5:55 (because Calvary Place closes at 6), feed the children, read books, bathe children, read more books, nurse the baby, fall asleep. I have a … Continue reading 15
It rained on Memorial Day, so instead of playing tennis, as I'd planned, I sat on the sofa with you, watched Trading Spaces and Nigella Bites while our son crawled on the floor and played with the red, plastic fireman's hat that he got at a Memorial Day parade and the green stretchy band that … Continue reading 17
