A couple of days ago, someone - a boy, a man, a monster - walked into an elementary school and shot 19 children dead, along with two teachers who tried to protect them. They were in the fourth grade, younger than my youngest child. It's a magic age, in between little and big. Old enough... Continue Reading →
There was a time in my life when virtually all I did was think about diapers. Diapers, and did we have enough of them? And the one currently on, did it need changing? And if it did need changing, was my husband just pretending not to notice? And was there something about them that was... Continue Reading →
Yesterday started with me crying in a Costco parking lot. The radio was on, and the news was terrible. Across the ocean, the world is on fire. Families are separated, children are huddled in subway tunnels, cities are in ruins. People are dying. And I am buying two dozen croissants. I am glued to the... Continue Reading →
I don't know how to play an instrument, unless you count Hot Cross Buns on the recorder in grade 5 or the 3 months of piano lessons I took when I was a kid. And I know next to nothing about classical music - or music in general, really. But I do know that the... Continue Reading →
Forgive me if I talk too much about the rain. I live in the Pacific Northwest. It's what we do. Winter is perpetually soggy. As I type this we are in between rain showers and the sky outside my window is an expanse of white. No clouds. No tiny glimpses of sunlight. It is a... Continue Reading →
Some people hate the whole idea of New Year's Eve. The overpriced night out. The pressure for it to be sparkling and glamorous. The resolutions that will undoubtedly be abandoned. The diets that will inevitably fail. Cancel the whole thing, some people say. Make it just another day. Just a new calendar on the wall.... Continue Reading →
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