“When we pay attention to who we believe we are and we surround ourselves with the things that reflect that story, with all its urges, aspirations, and processes, we develop a perspective that’s uniquely ours to share. In turn, we … Continue reading
Two and a half days of single parenting feels like more than two and a half days. It’s mostly a-okay, but after bedtime routine I’m spent. Zero energy for writing. Tonight, on our way home in the rain, I noticed … Continue reading
Last night I was awake with insomnia, worrying about my husband’s flight, which kept getting delayed and delayed. This morning he sent photos of Big Ben against a clear blue sky, and suddenly I felt so confined in the house and wished I could hop the next flight and chase him there, walk to the Tower Bridge arm-in-arm with newspaper cones of fish ‘n chips, have high tea at Harrods, spread clotted cream on scones, shop Portobello Market, cozy up in a pub with a pint, stroll through the pigeons at Trafalgar Square and up the steps of the National Gallery and see all those glowing Turners again.
Before he left, he stacked newspaper and kindling and logs in the fireplace, so that I’d have only to light a match to get a nice fire going.
I try not to worry about the news, but I worry about the news.
My daughter’s favorite book right now is a book of Christmas carols illustrated by Tomie dePaola. Every afternoon before nap and every evening before bed, we sing our way from “Deck the Halls” to “Away in a Manger.” It’s a happy practice, uplifting. It occurred to me I haven’t been playing enough music throughout the day. We should be singing and dancing every day. Shaking it out.
(Post 313 of 365)
There was a year I made a series of papier-mâché angels and gave them to my best friends for their Christmas trees. Somehow I did not think to make one for myself, and the top of my tree is bare. … Continue reading
Today, tree trimming and Santa Claus. My little one’s first candy cane. Her joy at unraveling the ornaments wrapped in tissue paper, “Look, mommy, another present!” Our kitties will end up with sticky sap spots on their heads from crouching … Continue reading
There were so many words in my head this morning, but I only had an hour before the brimful day began, and I chose to jog instead of write. So tonight, a meager offering. A reminder that this is just how some days go. But even these fews words keep me tethered.
(Post 310 of 365)
Today I give thanks. For able hands to create with. Hands that can braid dough, hold a pencil, type these words, lift my child, change a diaper, shovel earth, wipe tears, wave hello, grip a steering wheel, strum a ukulele, … Continue reading
We began baking at 6:00 this morning. A double-batch of chocolate chip cookies, and then molasses cookies. The molasses are tricky. The recipe is from my grandmother’s original handwritten recipe, an ingredient list with measurements and oven temp. No instructions. But … Continue reading
Today we bought apples. Lots of apples. For eating and for making pie. Apples are my daughter’s favorite food. On the way home from the store, she asked, “Can I have an apple?” “Sure, bug, when we get home.” “Do you … Continue reading
Instead of funeral, I tell my two-year-old, celebration of life. She stands quietly in the pew, in her grey pea coat and pink Mary Janes, sorting hymnal books. There are wildflowers. A trumpeter plays Silent Night. At the cemetery she finds … Continue reading