Dear Sophie: Happy birthday! I cannot believe that you are 9 today (even though we have been talking about your birthday for months) and some days, I cannot believe that I am your mom. Or that I am a mom at all. I am so lucky. Also tired and exasperated — and sometimes not as nice as I should be. […]
We were both juggling hectic workdays, so the phone conversation was quick. And as it often is with my best-friend-from-second-grade, it was totally over-the-top. “OK,” Amy said, “so I’m thinking about going to Mood and buying fabric and hiring a seamstress to make Sophie and me matching purple pajamas for our birthday sleepover.” “Are you insane?!” I […]
I cannot say I know her well — we’ve met in person a handful of times, at the most, and Facebook really doesn’t count, right? But I’ve long admired Jenny Ignaszewki vis a vis her paintings: large, primitive cityscapes and birds (long before Portlandia), marked by bright colors and oversized heads, an in-your-face celebration of […]
“Hey Mom, look!” I glanced up from the computer the other morning to notice Sophie standing at the kitchen counter, all the way up on her tippy toes. I mean all the way. In her sparkly purple Toms. This could explain why those shoes are so trashed — the ends are basically gone. I’m hoping […]
The athletes emerged from the staging area onto the dusty track, ready to begin their heat in the 100 m run this past Saturday — one of dozens of heats as hundreds (thousands?) competed in the Special Olympics state track meet. Sophie was the smallest. Waiting to race, she was tiny next to her competitors, […]
