Old School Posts

• A Windy World

  “The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.” William Arthur Ward Are you an optimist? A pessimist? A realist? Some combination thereof?

• One Year

  Dad March 22, 1942 - July 12, 2008 "But I always remember the fish I lose more than the ones I land." Strachan Donnelley, Big Little Snake: Metaphor Mongers and Mountain Rainbows

• Some Thoughts on 2012

  This will be short. And maybe a bit scattered. Because I am not home. I am in South Carolina with family. And I have been up since 4:45am. It seems Little Girl is dealing with an ear infection, or is majorly teething, or is going through a growth spurt, or something. So I am beginning this brand

• Tuning In (and Out)

  Well. This afternoon was a waiting game for this faux juror. The six Major League jurors began to deliberate.  But my fellow alternate and I were kicked off the island.  (Talk about mixed metaphors.  Yikes.) I was banished to Starbucks to wait.  Ordered to remain within striking distance of the

• Vintage Plaid

  Mom gave Toddler two dresses for her third birthday. Beautiful dresses. My dresses. Dresses I wore once upon a time when I was a little girl. Yesterday morning, I put Toddler in one of them for school. An orange plaid smock dress. She looked adorable. And hated it. And tried to pull it off. I

• My First Kiss

  I have been thinking. About the things in our pasts that mattered, but no one cares about anymore. Or asks about. One such thing? First kisses. I think it's safe to say we have all had a first kiss in our life. And it was amazing or absolutely forgettable or somewhere in between. No matter. It h

• Confession: I Googled My Ex

  Yes. I did. And I'm woman enough to admit it. (Are you?) Here's the setup: I was home. Husband was out at his company holiday party to which I, ahem, was not invited. (Stay tuned for future post on this one.) My face was swollen and beautifully black and blue from an intense bout of gum surgery

• Four Months

  Little Girl, Another month has marched by. Today you are four months old. Four months. You are now fourteen pounds. You have lost your fragility, but are still so small. You can't yet speak, but you can certainly communicate. You have lost most of the hair you were born with and now your h

• Parenthood: Misery or Magic?

  Both. Yes, both. Parenthood, this miraculous and maddening job into which I've immersed myself over the past 3.5 years, can be both miserable and magical. There. I said it. Before I go any further here, let me assure you of two things. Two simple and profound things. I love my girls. To it

• When to Teach? When to Tell?

  "Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase." Martin Luther King, Jr. A day off. From school. From work. And we are here. At home. Living. Loving. Learning. Always learning. They are but two and four. Young. Budding bites of brilliance in human form. Aware of muc