Our daughter’s junior prom is this weekend. She’s got her shoes and her jewelry, her photo plans, her date, her hangout plans, her dinner plans. As for her dress… We returned from New York after midnight Sunday night, and I took Monday off of work to do catchup stuff at home, like buy groceries, mow … Continue reading Momming
I’m sitting on the worn, black pleather couch of Rocket Music in downtown Blacksburg. The shades are drawn. The lights are off. College kids stop and cup their hands around their eyes against the glass door. They see guitars and want to come in, and are baffled that the shop is not open. The shop … Continue reading The guitar shop
In my 9th of 10 years of being a stay-at-home-mom, I was antsy to add meaning to my life beyond the role of Mom. I had recently begun blogging, and I was in constant search of my identity. We often identify ourselves by what we do: scientist, lawyer, Mom. I am a mother, but that … Continue reading Identity crisis averted. Thank you, mission statement.
A man without a wife can be lonely in a big black Mercedes, no matter how many readers he has. – Howard Jacobson Have you ever read a book that just didn’t do it for you, but had one character, one scene, or one line that has stuck with you forever? You’re going through life, … Continue reading Have you ever learned a critical lesson from an only okay book?
I’ve been reading through my diaries, and have found plenty of scandal that made me laugh so hard I cried*: We all hate Crystal now. Guess what! We’re having a prom! (April 15, 1986; 11 years old) We don’t hate Crystal. I’m glad because she’s a lot nicer than Hilga [who determined who we hated … Continue reading Diary or Memory: Which is the Reliable Narrative?
Wet socks Wet toes Tangled hair Muddy shoes Bad coffee Drizzle Rain Gritty eyes Happy son. First of all, let me just say that teachers are saints. If you have a child, or even if you don’t, I’d like you to please take a moment to silently applaud the teachers who are taking care of … Continue reading Chaperoning the fourth grade field trip to Jamestown, Virginia
Butterfly Mind 