Old School Posts

• Date with my Daughter

  On Monday afternoon, I took Baby to music class. Truth be told, we arrived a whopping twenty minutes late because with my Box Brain, I'm even more delinquent with the everyday details. But we got there. And with plenty of time for her to run about on the rainbow carpet and frolic with friends an

• Come to the Edge

  "Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them and they flew." Guillaume Apollinaire ______________ What are you afraid of? Are you willing to do what it takes to fly?

• I Never Said Goodbye

  “Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief.” William Faulkner Dad died three years ago. A simple, sturdy sentence. One that's true. Without frills. I read this sentence, my sentence, and still, it doesn't quite sink in. That he is gone, really gone, and that he has b

• Touch Me. Tell Me.

  "Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections, as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots." Nathaniel Hawthorne On the sidewalk, he holds my hand. In the movies, he throws an arm around my shoulder.

• A Yummy Day

  Five years old. Hair past her waist. It was time. Time for the First Haircut. We'd been putting it off because her hair is so beautiful and it had curls at the end and because, frankly, I couldn't deal. With the passage of time, the snip of the scissors, any of it. I don't want to lose my curls,

• Way Ahead of Me

  Yesterday morning, Toddler had a friend's ballet birthday party. Now Toddler, my girl who swoons over Stegosauruses, has had zero exposure to dance, but we stole her little sister's white tutu and cobbled together an impressive party getup and were on our way. Outside, we stopped to look at our

• Who Were You Fifteen Years Ago?

  As I mentioned yesterday, I will be attending my fifteenth high school reunion tonight. The proximity of this event has me thinking about something: Who was I fifteen years ago? I was rounder, and more selfish. Obsessed with A's and other accolades. Fond of late nights and the banter they

• Do You Believe in Fresh Starts?

  Do you believe in fresh starts? Because I do. I really do. Before I get all swirled in semantics, I would like to pause and wish you a very Happy New Year! 2011. The number scares me a tad. To someone who was born in 1978, the number 2011 just seems so futuristic. But no. We're here. In 2011. A

• What a Wonderful Word

  Toddler has a new favorite word. Why? No, I'm not asking you why she has a new favorite word. Her new favorite word is why. I'm not sure when this why business started. Maybe a week or so ago. No matter what I say these days, I know just what to expect. That telltale widening of ocean blue, t

• Remember Me?

  Sometimes he looks up at me and his blue eyes ask a question: Remember me? Because once upon a time, he and his brother were our babies. We cuddled them. We took pictures of them. We brought them with us for weekends away. Now. There are three girls in the mix. Girls who gobble up our atte