Things have gone a little John Hughes around here this week. The other day I had lunch with two dear girlfriends I don’t get to see very often, women I met once I moved back to Phoenix. We talked about recent purchases at Last Chance, recent travels, and recent blog posts. “Wow, you’re so brave!” […]
For a while, I only heard it directed at me, and I’ll admit, I felt kind of special. Long before any human should be asked to rouse, I’d roll over in bed — hair matted, face marked with pillow creases and perhaps a bit of drool, and Sophie would be staring at me. “Mommy, you’re […]
After two hours at the pediatric ophthamologist yesterday morning, it was determined that Sophie is a little farsighted but does not need glasses. She looked cute in the old lady paper-plastic sunglasses they gave her to shade her dilated eyes, though she didn’t keep them on much past this photo. She was too excited for […]
I’ve developed a bad habit, displaying negative parenting skills and possibly scarring my child for life. For the last month or so, almost every night, I’ve been letting Sophie fall asleep in my arms. I know I shouldn’t do it. I’ve always taken pride in the fact that my children can fall asleep on their […]
On Friday night, a lovely mix of artists, friends, family and total strangers crowded the small space where we had our show, Wonderland: Art from the Best of Phoenix 2009. (You’re cordially invited to the Third Friday party, where psych 101, the Phoenix Chorale and others will be performing.) Even Cake Lady showed up. I have to […]
We made it to the girls’ ballet classes this morning, and they are now — several hours later — in the bath. And that’s it for productivity. The house is a mess, my projects undone or not done. I don’t even have the energy to get the Halloween decorations out. True, I think I actually […]
If you are in the neighborhood tonight, stop by the merz project, 1437. N. 1st Street, for Wonderland: Art from New Times Best of Phoenix 2009. Milk and cookies will be served.
I’m at home today, in self-imposed exile, allegedly working on a feature story due — oh, well, technically I suppose it was due yesterday. But my editor doesn’t expect it from me yet. He knows. I am mean-mean-mean when it comes to deadlines with my own young writers, because I feel strongly that I was […]
Snapshot from a Saturday afternoon. Sophie had just finished a strawberry Ring Pop (hence, the pink lips) and climbed into the chair of the proprietess of a store called Kooky Krafts. I have no reason to share this, other than because I’m a sucker for ornate pink chairs – and for Sophie.
I promised a friend I’d post pictures of my best finds at the Rose Bowl Flea Market a couple weeks ago, so here goes. Above, vintage chenille grasshoppers. Below is Sneezy, part of my ugly (according to my mother) but lovable (according to me) collection of carnival chalk. Sneezy was marked $45; I got him […]
