Oh, mothers of school-aged children, those odd disheveled creatures! (the mothers, I mean, not their offspring). Unless they work really really hard at it (or take Adderall) they’re usually a day late and a dollar short. Their cars are filled with crud and crumbs. They’re forgetful. They wear ugly sensible shoes. They are the faintContinue reading “That Time of Year Again”
Slow rain, long rain, steady rain, all night rain. Rain the way it used to rain, so very long ago, when Georgia was a place considered lush, and dense with dampness. A place where the late-spring leaves on the trees were always achingly green. Where those leaves turned belly-up, silvered as fish, to the wind.Continue reading “Becoming My Mother’s Daughter”
Take no prisoners.
We are at the age: Elder Girleen has left princesses and their overly-sweet attendant glitter and frills far far behind, putting them aside as childish things. We are at the age: she’s become all arched feathery eyebrows and long strong scraped-up legs, and mind that works and works and works, so quickly that it takesContinue reading “Clap Your Hands if You Believe”
The more common variant of the saying being like pigs in clover — but let’s not go that far. But if I had some magic elixir bottled up that could whisk me back to childhood, it would consist of a distillation, an inhalation of the following: …The scent of the pinpoint-sized white flowers of aContinue reading “Rolling in Clover; or Luck, and Where to Find it”
Because, after all, a single parenting book title is worth god knows how many thousand words: Your Seven Year Old: Life in a Minor Key
A couple of weeks back, when my mom spent the weekend in the hospital, once things calmed down and we all settled into a hospital routine of sorts, I went off to run some errands for my folks. One of which was to buy groceries so their refrigerator would be full once she got home,Continue reading “SOMEBODY’S got to do it….”
This site made me laugh. Especially myth number eight.
Way back at the dawn of time, when I was a newly-minted mother of one, a One who in her short miraculous life had decided, at least as I perceived it, to shun sleep as if it were her greatest enemy, I did what the average 21st century mom usually does when her life throwsContinue reading “Life, and How to Live it?”
… is to be Judith Warner. If you don’t have children, you probably don’t bother to read her column. If you do, chances are high you already read her column this morning. But… here’s today’s. OK, maybe she isn’t completely in touch with the cultural zeitgeist (tho I think she is) butContinue reading “All I Want For Christmas…”