Driving to the tennis courts yesterday afternoon with my children, we passed a group of young men sitting on a guard rail. They looked innocent enough; perhaps they’d stopped to rest for a few minutes in the warm sunshine. And then, just as our car passed, they stood one at a time and did the […]
Read moreSeven days and seven nights aboard the Norwegian Dawn (gotta love the names of these cruise-liners, yes?). A day in Tortola, a day in Samana, a day in St. Thomas, a day in the Bahamas. Free meals and buffets of excruciatingly abundant generosity. A new bathing suit. A hat with a wide brim. All-natural sunscreen. […]
Read moreAfter going to bed Too Late last night After waking up at 5:24 and getting up at 5:43 and reading the story of the parting of the Red Sea After showering and dressing and feeding the kitties, after setting the table for breakfast and tidying the kitchen and writing notes on napkins After fleeing the […]
Read moreRight now it is still the beginning of the day. Still the beginning of the weekend. Still the opening of these two wide-open spaces in the calendar of my life. I love my job, but I dearly love these days each week to be at home, to be with family, to wear comfortable clothes and […]
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Read moreHere at the end of the day I come crawling to a stop. I taught all day and lost my voice again and am wondering what’s to become of this lately chronic malady. A doctor’s appointment is clearly pressing, but other things press harder, and it’s to these things I attend. So today I attended […]
Read moreThis is Emma Grace and her friend Gillian and one of our kittens, Smokey, who is wearing (in case you can’t tell) a Terrible Towel. And to the party we attended tonight, Bill and I both wore our Palamalou jerseys, and Bill also wore Will’s Steelers ball cap, under which he wore the Palamalou “wig” […]
Read moreHow does it come to this? It’s a half hour before we have to be at Sam and Daniele’s house, and I haven’t made the salad, and I don’t have the cheese. Emma and I made it home in plenty of time: we would do her reading assignment and her narration; she would put away […]
Read moreYou know what I hate? I hate it when people leave their stuff at my house. I’m not talking about loans here. I’m talking about the accidental leaving of stuff that belongs to them, that I must needs return (because it doesn’t belong to me). I don’t hold it against the leaver. Obviously, it’s an […]
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