I woke up twenty times last night and each time I thought the same thought. Their mothers must still be shrieking. Shrieking and keening. Making sounds they never heard themselves make. That’s what the Sandy Hook mothers are doing, I know it. And then… Continue Reading “The Day After Sandy Hook”
We weren’t much for celebrating birthdays in our family. Oh, occasionally, there would be a cake and I do remember one party with an assortment of kids around our dining room table. But it was only once. It’s a family’s mom who organizes things like… Continue Reading “On My Mother’s Birthday”
This is one of those blog posts that’s going to get me scolded either by members of my own family or by the dreamy adoption people who believe that God personally selected the child they adopted. I don’t care because the truth of the… Continue Reading “Lemons”
Today was a parenting throwdown that started at 5:39 a.m. with a text, ran in and out the doors of many gyms, scored a few goals, committed no fouls, and made sure no one was thrown out of the game. And I am exhausted.… Continue Reading “Parenting Throwdown”
You only need one kiss. On Mother’s Day. Or any day. You don’t need dozens. Just one. To kiss or be kissed. It’s the same. That’s all you need. Is one.
My mother taught me many things she didn’t know she as teaching me and probably had no intention of teaching me. She also tried to teach me things I had no interest or ability to learn. This is suggestive of a lot of crossed wires… Continue Reading “Things My Mother Taught Me — Partly on Purpose”