Two days before Christmas, I did this to my car. It was completely my fault, and adding insult to injury (actually, my injury was only a bruised leg and a stiff shoulder), I was ticketed for not yielding right of way. And we had to pay for the damage repair. And we lost our good driver … Continue reading Thoughts on Double-Timing It
After dropping Alison at the bus stop, I was sitting at the red light on 71st street waiting to go straight across into my neighborhood. It's a tricky light, because you can't always see the cars coming across if you're turning left. A mom (important part to note) in a hefty SUV didn't see me … Continue reading I Know That Lady!
I haven't blogged in three months. I'm not proud of this. The last time you heard from me I had sore legs from hiking and was reading really good books in the mountains of Colorado. That was one wonderfully restorative vacation and I needed every second of it. I read the last post I wrote … Continue reading Hi. Remember Me?
Yesterday was my birthday and I spent an hour of it in the dentist's chair. By choice. I'm not proud of myself for scheduling a dentist appointment on my birthday and so I'm overanalyzing why I would do this. It helped that my friend in Ghana, Isaac, sent me a message yesterday morning with birthday … Continue reading Years and Cheers: Hold Your Head High, 48
I was in a play in sixth grade, The Nuremburg Stove. The story is about a poverty-stricken father and his four daughters who have only one proud possession - a beautiful antique stove. The self-appointed guardian of the stove is Tina, who feeds it, hugs it, and gives it a name: Hirschvogel. Then, in desperation, … Continue reading Life Goes Off-Script
Santa has disappeared from our house. By that, I mean that we no longer have children who believe that Santa climbs down the chimney, delivers the gifts, and eats the cookies. Here's a secret: I'm a little bit happy about that. Once the older two kids finally swallowed hard and accepted reality, it was hard … Continue reading Elves, Shelves, and Bearded Old Men
On our return trip from Ghana Sunday afternoon, I barely escaped New York's JFK airport ahead of Sandy. Having just flown in from the other side of the world, I didn't know there was a hurricane brewing. We heard about Sandy as soon as we hit the ground in NYC and we tried to process … Continue reading Thoughts on a Hurricane
When Kyle and I started dating in college, I would often ask him this question during a long stretch of silence: "So...hey, what are you thinking about?" His answer: "Nothing." "Come on, you were thinking about something. Do you just not want to share it?" "I wasn't thinking about anything." My thought: He's lying. For several years, … Continue reading Is Anyone Out There Listening?
Summer is coming, and if it's like every other summer of my adulthood it will last about three minutes. It seems like I'm buying beach towels one week and school uniforms the next. What has happened to the endless summer? These years, every season seems to be over before I've unloaded all my clothes and … Continue reading Time Flies When You’re in a Rut
I suppose that those of us who have children of different ethnic backgrounds are paying close attention to the Trayvon Martin story that broke a few weeks ago. If we aren't, we should be. There are hundreds of thoughts that are swirling around my head about this issue, but I'm going to condense them into … Continue reading What People Think About My Daughter
Three friends had birthdays last month and I pulled down the gifts bins because I hate to shop. In case you don't have gift bins, let me explain exactly what they are. Two plastic Sterilite boxes reside side-by-side on a shelf in our coat closet. One is labeled "Adult Gifts," the other, "Kid Gifts." They … Continue reading The Gift Bins
Days pass. Seasons change. The wardrobe must be updated. This has been my quiet and private mantra for years. The coming of fall (or spring) calls for a freshening up of the wardrobe, or at least of a few new items. Absolutely nothing wrong with this, except that the few become the many. I start … Continue reading You Get What You Have