What better way to start a hot, dusty summer day than with a good poem? Actually, I’m not much of a poetry person. But from time to time I try, and I’ve had my eye on this beauty by Billy Collins for years — waiting for the right time. The time my oldest daughter turns […]
Today, Annabelle decided she’s not a little kid anymore. Which would have been just fine, except today was the day that I had seats for the Dan Zanes concert. Front row center, purchased last October, right when the went on sale. Four tickets — one for each member of the family. If you haven’t heard of […]
I love eavesdropping on the backseat. This afternoon I was driving Annabelle and a friend home. Somehow, the topic of immigration came up, which led to a discussion of the friend’s heritage. I’m paraphrasing here, but this is the gist of it. Annabelle’s friend mentioned that her mother is Mexican. “What about your father?” Annabelle […]
It was a Big Weekend. The cousins were here, visiting from Denver. Aside from the fact that I spent a little too much time studying my (adorable) almost four year old nephew and comparing his cognitive abilities to Sophie’s, it was a truly lovely time — beautiful weather, grand company, and my baked French toast turned […]
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And in the end, the love you take/ Is equal to the love you make. — The Beatles One morning last week, I woke up before Sophie, who had made her way (as usual) into our bed sometime in the night. Typically, Sophie is a restless sleeper, except for when it’s time to get up. […]
Much of Phoenix has come to admire Georganne Bryant, the owner of two treasured little boutiques, and there’s more to love than just the stuff she sells at Frances and Smeeks. Consider the post yesterday on her blog, in honor of her 50th birthday. Now, this is a woman who repeatedly tells me she can’t […]
Today Annabelle asked me, “What is your favorite smell?” I gave the standard-issue mom reply: “The smell of you and Sophie.” Then I asked her. “Books,” she said. “I love the smell of books.” This also led to a discussion about the fact that, in her mind, fourth grade has a smell (it smells like […]
