I have long held the belief that when you get a cool freelance writing gig, it’s important to invest part of the proceeds. Not in stock. In merch. Something that will remind you of a positive writing experience, every time you look at it. When I sold a piece to salon.com years ago about how […]
I thought I was the only one who was nervous. This morning I had a quick meeting with Gordon, Sophie’s pre-school Gordon. He has a very long beard and a very short window of time to talk — his priority is the kids, which I love. But he wanted to meet this morning to tell […]
Have you ever had a teacher crush? I didn’t know there was such a thing til I met Ms. X. Correction: The first time I met her, it was hardly love at first sight. She terrified me. I was at our neighborhood elementary school (for the first time, that was scary enough), for an evening […]
At 7, Annabelle’s way better with a video camera (actually, I think it’s an attachment on our old digital camera, which Ray gave her) than I am. While Sophie and I were at Trader Joe’s yesterday, Annabelle made a movie. She had a little help from Ray, but he swears she filmed the whole thing […]
Today Annabelle and I went to Kate Belly Button’s birthday party. (You know, it could be that I’ve already introduced Kate Belly Button, but the truth is that it’s close to midnight and I’ve promised myself I’ll deal with at least one overflowing basket of laundry before bed, so I figure I either have time […]
Sophie! Becuase contrary to my deep dark fears, she DID get the amazing Ms. X, star of stage and screen and Annabelle’s own fabulous kindergarten year. Sophie is doing a poo-poo dance by my chair. More on Ms. X later.
I got home late tonight. Sophie was already in bed. It was sitting on the mail table, still sealed, in an envelope decorated with school stuff — apples and mortarboards — addressed to Sophie. The Teacher Letter. I considered ripping it open; she wouldn’t really know the difference. But I couldn’t do that. So there […]
Not long ago, Ray commented that we really should hang the Morning Monkey quilt — the one a mom in Sophie’s pre-school class made when she had heart surgery last fall — on the wall. “It’s fading,” he said. I’d just blogged the same thing. It’s true. Everytime we wash the quilt, the monkeys are […]
It started last week. Appropos of nothing (nothing I knew of, anyway) Annabelle came home from camp with a Magic Markered diagram, depicting instructions for making shoes. The next morning, I couldn’t budge her away from the dining room table, she was so engrossed in typing paper, scissors and tape. By the time we finally […]
Nothing like the confirmation that your 7-year-old does most things better than you. Nine times out of 10, when I tell Sophie it’s time to do her hair, she hollers (lately she’s been looking down, stamping her foot and making a snorting noise — all too similar to a horse, I know) and refuses. The […]
