Just back from working out of town for a couple of weeks and the to-do list in front of me is long, long, long. In the meantime, an elementary school teacher has started a blog about her attempts to each and every day eat the school lunch served at her school, here. The photos ofContinue reading “Coffee Break…”
I. Once upon a time, I lived in a boxy, badly-built house with a person with whom I had considerable disagreement over what are surely a relationship’s most important parameters. Should a person wed? Should a person buy a house, hold down a job with more than the minimum responsibilities attached to it, make sureContinue reading “Second Sight (II)”
Call it coincidence, but the New York Times is beginning to seem like it might have an axe to grind (I’m sure to many people, particular the politically conservative, it seems like the NYT has MANY axes grindin’ away, and this would be one of its most inconsequential). First there was Tim Kreider’s blog postContinue reading “More of the Laundry of Life”
…an email that arrives in your inbox from your child’s elementary school titled “Significant Lice Infestation.” Where it ends, I can’t tell you yet, but I can already weigh in about nit combs, Rid vs Nix shampoo, the uses of vinegar, olive oil and mayonaise, the perpetual sound of laundry sloshing in the washer, andContinue reading “It Starts Like This…”
So this is how a four-year-old fights back when being teased by a more verbally-agile seven-year-old: “I don’t love you. I don’t even like you. I think you’re poop.” Pure poetry. Just think how good that would sound set to music.
Today is wrapped round with gray cotton wool; all is damp, and damped down. We’ve just emerged from the cocoon of a week that included a sick child. Nothing momentous, of course. Just a low grade fever and the inability to send her to school for an entire week (contrary to what we all wantContinue reading “Taking Joy in the Laundry of Life”
“Mommy, what would happen if a fairy got run over by a car?” Posed by Younger Girleen, of course, for her feet are planted squarely in that extraordinary, and extraordinarily odd, country most commonly called being four.
Mildly (it’s to be hoped) entertaining anecdotes about squirrels and cupcakes set in playgrounds aside, I’ve spent a heck of a lot of time in City of Atlanta parks this summer, and being in such places has made me think. About what? Oh, among other things … littering; our tax dollars; how children socialize andContinue reading “In the Trenches”
It’s probably jumping the gun just a little to start referencing the dog days less than a full week after the official onset of summer, but hey, it’s my blog, and I’ll call things whatever I want. Besides, these are the go-go years: everything’s accelerated these days, and if elementary school starts on August 10,Continue reading “Possibly the Shallowest Post Ever”
The sunflowers Elder Girleen planted along our side fence have grown as high as an elephant’s eye.* The fig that was a mere sprout two years ago now obscures one of the dining room windows, creating a curtain that only lets in filtered green vegetable light. If the squirrels don’t best us, we willContinue reading “Cloudy Weather”