What’s going to happen this week is this: I’m going to write about one central idea (and that idea, just so you’ll know what’s what up front, is parenting), and I’m going to end each post with some cooking notes that are not entirely unrelated to parenting. And I'm going to write some of these … Continue reading Two ideas.
Think of this as an unfinished mosaic: When I was little, before my sister was born, I spent weeks each summer at the beach with my mother, building castles, looking for sand dollars, and chasing tiny crabs in the dark as they darted in and out of holes, trying to escape the beams of our … Continue reading Flight.
I came home for lunch, as I often do. And while I was home, I took the ridiculous, hairy, shedding, barking Newfie for a walk, as I often do when I come home for lunch. We were walking, the dog and I, up the alley behind our house, taking advantage of a short break in … Continue reading Something interrupted.
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.
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