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May 15, 2009

Time travel

After dinner on Tuesday, we loaded up everyone into the van (dog included) and drove to register T. for our neighborhood swim team. It was all very exciting. The store that sponsored the registration was filled with pool friends, and T. was nervous, and excited, and happy to be the focus of attention. After we registered her she tried on the tiniest racerback Speedo swimsuit EVER made and paraded around the store.

Scott looked worried.

"Are you sure it isn't too tight?" He asked, plucking at the straps.

The store erupted in laughter. "Spoken like a true father," someone said. [more]

April 30, 2009

Otherworld

Sometimes I feel like I'm a big grouch when it comes to talking/writing about L.'s school (or the state of public schools in general)--just follow the "School Daze" tag above and you'll find a whole slew of such posts. I might complain about this or that, whether it's testing, or mishandling of curriculum opportunities, or how No Child Left Behind should really be called No Child Gets Ahead. But yesterday afternoon I overheard a snippet of a conversation outside of T.'s preschool that made my blood boil a little. [more]

April 2, 2009

On a wish and a prayer

It's a mind-blowing, life-changing fact that from the minute you become a parent--the minute you hear that first snatch of breath and that first cry, you see the world forevermore through the eyes of a parent. When I was single I saw the world through the eyes of a single person. When I was married my attention was always drawn to other married couples. When I was pregnant I was haunted by stories of other pregnant women--joyous stories, tragic stories, but they resonated with me in deep and consuming ways. [more]

December 18, 2008

Gifted education

Are you done with your holiday shopping yet? We're not. Scott and I have been spending the past three mornings in various stores, our long list clutched in our hands. And although I wish we had done more of it earlier, it's nice that now that the semester is over, the two of us get some one-on-one time together to shop, and talk, and catch up. And kid-free holiday shopping is so much easier to get done. [more]

October 28, 2008

My mother

My mother is avoiding me. I saw her this afternoon. She waited for me in front of the Boston Medical Center’s entrance, wearing a black leather jacket, talking with two women who obviously abuse a substance. She appeared to ask the women to walk with her to my car, but the women shook their heads “no.” My mother avoided eye contact with me. She walked straight to the back window, to my son. Danny said, “Hi, little nana.” Her face said, “I’m tired, worn down, and beat up.” Her eyes were sleepless and her skin dead. [more]

August 27, 2008

The terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day

Remember Alexander and his terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day? Nothing goes right for him: his brother punches him, he falls in a mud puddle, he doesn't get to pick the sneakers he likes and, to add insult to injury, his mom serves lima beans for dinner. I always think back to that book whenever one of my own kids has a bad day--not just a Bad Day, but a terrible, horrible, no-good bad day. Those kind of days are special and in a class all by themselves. [more]

June 27, 2008

Want more math in school? Really?

At the risk of alienating my math-teacher mom and math-Ph.D. brother, I don’t hesitate to say that I don’t care all that much about math (in general). I did well enough in my math courses, but numbers were never really something that spoke to me the way words do (or, back in the day, the way sports did). And, as I think about K-Man’s future, I don’t usually think about his math aptitude. Apparently, I’m in the minority, however, as the Associated Press has released results from a poll that suggests a majority of parents want more math for their kids.

Really? [more]

February 27, 2008

The Mom Sandwich

G has gone back to work full-time at a hip, high-powered San Francisco advertising agency. She’s working with young, focused, creative and career-minded people who are truly living the dream. They work hard. They play harder. And, they get lots of free stuff. [more]