With great naivete (or perhaps willful blindness) I signed my baseball-loving son up for a travel baseball team. My husband and I only have the one kid, and other, larger families seem to manage the time commitment, so why not us? Apparently we are not other people, which is a lesson I should have learned... Continue Reading →
One of the benefits of being being middle-aged is that you've had enough experience of the world that you have answers to lots of questions. Sleepless babies, finals week, bad boyfriends, the anxious wait for test results while shivering in a hospital gown? BTDT. It's true at work, too - strategies, performance reviews, annual reports:... Continue Reading →
Most of my work clothes are hand-me-downs from when my mother retired. She loves clothes and bought nice ones. I really don't care much about clothes and buy whatever I see first when I walk into Marshalls. But every good thing must end, and my wardrobe circa 1999 is starting to look, well, like it... Continue Reading →
When I was eight my dad bought me a punching bag. He thought it was better for me to punch a bag than to punch the wall, or flip my mattress over, or empty my dresser drawers onto the floor. My rages were always sparked by my inability to do something well - make my... Continue Reading →
My calendar is a problem. Most mornings stack up with appointments and to-dos, so that I am deciding whether I need to go to this meeting, take that call, or respond to the flaming email that just arrived. It isn't really about having too much to do, it's about everything I have to do sitting... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I walked into a big meeting room and excuse-me-pleased my way past colleagues' knees to get a seat in the middle of a back row of chairs. Looking up at the speaker at the front of the room I realized with a pang of guilt there were plenty of empty seats up there. I... Continue Reading →
Costumes are wonderful things. I sent my son off trick or treating with a square of gold net and a yard of rope worn over some black and silver clothes rummaged from his dresser. He bought a plastic trident to wield and he was Finnick Odair, the tragic and lovely super-warrior of the final Hunger... Continue Reading →
When I began to go gray in my twenties – just a few strands at my college graduation – I was amused. No one else had a skunk streak before thirty. Even before the white streak people thought I was older than I was, much to my delight when it came to buying bottles of... Continue Reading →
Two house sparrows have nested in the bird house in my backyard. They are raising their second set of chicks right now. The first set died in early May. I had been watching the parents’ attentive flights in and out of the birdhouse, and the funny little wide-beaked heads poking out waiting for their meals.... Continue Reading →
I was not a good student. In fact, I was a really rotten student from the time we moved from wooden blocks to books, and all the way up through high school. I couldn't read until second grade, and I spent third grade in the counselor's office taking weird test with colored blocks as they... Continue Reading →
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