“Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don’t make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit.” ~Anne Lamott, “Help Thanks Wow: Three Essential Prayers” I went on this trip to “get woke,” as the … Continue reading Humanize. Accompany. Complicate.
I am a procrastinator. Even when I have something to do that I really love – like writing – I waste my time clicking through facebook and instagram and twitter and the like. Maybe it’s just the time of year – springtime in the schoolyard – or maybe I’ve finally succumbed to the attention deficit … Continue reading preparation, procrastination, parenting
Russell paraphrased the Greek philosopher Heraclitus, in helping to explain this re-consumption phenomenon, “You never cross the same river twice — it’s not the same river, and it’s not the same you.” I had this literature professor in undergrad named Nellie McKay – an African American Studies scholar and the most brilliant, kind, soft-spoken woman … Continue reading Remembering
Beware, friends with kids, we have a biter. On Monday, our daycare provider sent Dylan home with the book, “Teeth Are Not for Biting.” And even though she assured us this is just a phase and it will pass, I couldn’t help but feel like I should have seen this coming. Just recently, Dylan has … Continue reading We Have a Biter
Oscar is two months old today, and God only knows where those photo op stickers are for his chest (sorry, Mom) – must have gotten lost in the holiday hustle & bustle, along with any remaining shred of vanity, sanity, and all sense of time. I read a headline this morning that claimed it’s “colder … Continue reading Tick Tock
Dylan is waking up from his morning nap right now. 10:27am. I put him down at 9am. He spent the first 15 minutes in his crib eating playing cards. I had to go upstairs and take them out of his hands (I don’t know how he got them in the first place…) and substitute it … Continue reading For Josh
My dear friend hosted a Secret Santa gathering on Sunday, and I marveled at the genius of such a party: parents wrapped a gift for their kid(s) and managed to sneak it into the garbage bag, hiding in the bushes, when they arrived. Families then proceeded to enjoy milk & cookies (or wine & beer) … Continue reading Fearful of Father Christmas