I love this story. Monday night, I made a bracelet for Sarah’s mom, Rachel. Sarah, if you have forgotten — and how could you, I talk about her all the time — is Sophie’s BFF. I love Rachel, too, and was happy to learn from Facebook that her birthday was Tuesday (happy I saw it [...]
Depsite my best (well, ok, half-hearted) attempts to love Phoenix, sometimes it doesn’t happen. But one thing I do adore about this town is how damn small it is — and when you have kids, you discover that over and over, in unexpected ways. Turns out, Sophie’s teacher’s brother-in-law runs the coolest record store in town. [...]
We went to the zoo Sunday afternoon, along with most of greater Phoenix. It was the perfect day — sunny but chilly enough that nothing smelled bad. You might make the giraffes your first stop at the zoo, or the zebras or the squirrel monkeys, but not our family — we hit the carousel. The girls broke [...]
A few weeks ago, I mentioned that fact that my dear friend Trish took her 16-year-old son Zach to Tucson to get a tattoo. She has written an absolutely stunning piece about it for New Times. Read it. You’ll be glad you did. Share:
Stop the presses. It’s raining. Actually, at the moment sun is pouring in through the blinds in my office, but I can see some dark clouds. We’ve had inches and inches of rain in Phoenix this week, something our streets — and our psyches — just aren’t prepared to deal with. Last night Ray and I [...]
Last week, New York Times blogger Lisa Belkin posed the question, “Should Down syndrome be cured?” I posted a link to her piece, but I didn’t fire off a response. I needed to give the whole thing some thought, I figured. This is fundamental. The truth is that I will think about this for my [...]
Do you ever notice that a comment can be far wiser than the blog post that prompted it? I have, and more often than not, that comment has come from Elaine. We have nothing in common, really, other than daughters named Sophie (that’s how she found GIAPH a while back) but in getting to know her [...]
We all fall into patterns — some more flattering than others. One of my less becoming? I’ve fallen into a habit of dressing Sophie myself. She’s perfectly capable of choosing her clothes and dressing herself (with the exception of some shoes) and yet yesterday morning I realized that there I was — half-dressed myself, harried [...]
Really, I’ve never been one to pick up a needle — even to sew on a button. I have a dim (in more ways than one) memory of Home Ec in 8th grade. But I’m really digging this embroidery thing. There is something primal about tucking a stitch onto a line — particularly when that [...]
I slid in just before bedtime last night, and Sophie greeted me with her usual exuberence (I wish you could all be greeted by Sophie after a long, hard day) and as usual, I asked how her day was. The response: “FANTASTIC!” Nice vocabulary word, and appropriately used, to boot. Share:
