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On Turning Nine

The unnatural pink glow from your lava lamp  is now the hue in which I see you at night, all snuggled with your brother, the two of you atop ringlets of purple, swirls  on the comforter that you chose last year from Target.   Your fairy pi’s tossed carelessly  over the edge of the bunk … Continue reading

Five p.m.

What effort, to transform the circadian lull of mid-afternoon into cascading moments of sweetness, delight for the soul and the senses. A gift I cannot give myself, but only receive. This oft dreaded witching hour, when empty bellies and foggy minds clamor for attention; when lunch is long past and dinner is a work in … Continue reading

The Gift of Kindness

I had one of those jaw dropping-awesome-can’t believe it-my heart is gonna burst moments over Christmas. Parenting is often hard, but mostly, as my mother-in-law says, it’s chronic. You can go days without really thinking about significant problems, without savoring that special moment, without realizing what an impact  you are having on your child, or … Continue reading

Cowpaths

Story is that the roads ’round these parts “developed” as a series of cowpaths (or possibly Native American foot paths).  Which goes a long way toward explaining why streets twist and turn, why street names change without warning (or signs), how you can be on “one road” for a mile and make 28 turns, and … Continue reading

Why can’t you kids just do things my way?

Spending the day with my kids, I realized several things. Number one: I like them. This is not a new revalation by any means, but it’s always pleasant to be reminded. We took the bus into town today and visited the bustling Peabody Essex Museum (bonus, it’s totally free for Salem residents. I love this … Continue reading

Trick-or-treating

I’m quite ambivalent about Halloween. I don’t hate it. After all, what’s to hate about pumpkins and princesses and free candy? But neither do it I love it. What’s to love about roving gangs of middle schoolers, shrieking freedom at dusk in the streets, or five year old bloody Freddy Crougers? My own experience of … Continue reading

Encountering kindness

  Aesop had it right. No small act of kindness is ever wasted. Nor is any attempt to teach it. Wrestling with and overcoming our own desire for the self and choosing the other is no easy task. For a five year old (and those of us who feel or act five at times), sometimes … Continue reading

Along Came a Dog

I read the book Along Came a Dog, by  Meindert De Jong to my two children (we finished it tonight). I had never heard it, but at Plumfield Academy (which is an AWESOME Charlotte Mason school, and where my daughter goes several days a week), they were reading it as part of the literature curriculum, … Continue reading

Not to be sexist…

I observed the funniest interaction the other day. I was babysitting; the two seven year old girls were “playing ponies” (as in My Little Ponies, the cute girly kind) by themselves outside and the two boys (ages five and three) were playing with Transformers, or some other boyish toys in the bedroom. I like to … Continue reading