Standing In The Shadows

Moody Morning

Would you believe me if I told you this is true? Around 7:35 this morning, I asked eldest child, Ezekiel, to wake his middle two brothers, because it was late and I was making breakfasts and lunches and he, Ezekiel, was awaiting one of those breakfasts (I don’t...

Helping Hands

Just before Christmas, my friend, Marian, was really ill. Hearing that she was feeling worse one night, I emailed her; my message basically implored her to call her doctor right then. She ended up in the ER and was admitted that night (she’s fine, now). As a...

Lo & Behold

That old adage about New England weather—blink and it changes, or something along those lines—really proved itself true this week. Monday, we walked to school through nearly torrential rain (had it been snow, whoa baby). The rain, coming at the end of...

Unexpected

Maybe it’d sound a little less lowbrow to say that I decided to watch the new television show, Life Unexpected, because I wanted to write about it. The basic plotline is this: nearly sixteen year-old girl tries to get emancipated from the foster care system...

Happy Birthday

Two years ago, early morning, our daughter was born. We’d spirited ourselves to St. Vincent’s Hospital in Worcester, because her mom (first/birth/mom) was in labor there. All births are surreal in some sense, and super-real in another. What science fiction...

A Call for Stories

At the core of my belief system is an outsized faith in the power of stories. I say outsized only because it sounds grandiose to say that I’m hanging my hat on stories. Stories are so ephemeral, so intangible. Surely, I could come up with something more solid....

Blanket Problem

It does not seem that a little thing like a blanket should set me reeling. Yet, there I was reading about American Airlines charging people eight bucks to use a blanket on the airplane (oh, they toss in a pillow, too) and I found myself spiraling into a little eddy of...

Valentine Making

I can’t think of very much more winning, in my experience, than being around an industrious young child—this week, it’s been my first grader, Remy—making Valentine’s. Making is kind of a partial description because, really, he’s...

Beyond Gold

Thursday evening, I probably reached the pinnacle of my personal 2010 Winter Olympics fever. I mean, so many stories wowed me by then: speed skater Shani Davis winning gold—if you didn’t know this before, he is the first African American to win Winter...

Bell Ringing

This past week was our school’s sixth grade talent show. The talent show is just one of a few annual performance traditions in the school (others include the Thanksgiving assembly, the fifth grade play, and a residency with artists Nikki Hu and Guy Van Duser...

Forever, Fleeting

You know that old adage about parenting: that it goes by very quickly but the days can feel so long? The person who first offered up that observation should not have been anonymous. She or he should have received all the adoring accolades available, because really, I...

Sap Season

I’ve lived in New England a really long time, more seasons than anyplace else. I’m not sure exactly why, but I treasure spring more each year. It’s as if this turn toward the sun, the warmth, the flow of water and sap and the initiation of green...

Who Knew?

On a cool, overcast morning in Florida, an expedition to see manatees being fed at the Parker Manatee Aquarium seemed like a good idea. Our destination: the complex in Bradenton Beach that holds small aquarium, which is mainly a holding spot for roughly three manatees...

Opening the Box

This morning, Saskia wanted to close the cereal box. As I tried to subtly help her, she said, “I do it myself. I don’t do it yourself.” Translation: Back off, mama (more direct command often heard from Saskia is this: Go away-way!). I did what many...

March Rains

There’s a kind of Murphy’s Law quality to a Monday morning that begins with keeping three (out of four) kids home sick. What was the point of the week starting save but to taunt you? Did I mention that it was pouring? And that it was a cold March rain, not...

Remembering

Over the years (of long winters) living in New England, spring has become my favorite season. We’ve had a couple of springs in recent years that have kind of hovered, cool springs, springs that preserved the relatively early flowers for longer than usual. I...

Super Superstar

I was trying to think about how to start this. Attempt number one: If you happen to have seen the trailer for PACE’s production of Jesus Christ Superstar, you’d be anticipating a pretty amazing show before stepping foot into Northampton’s Academy of...

Why We Tell

As I lay awake after the very powerful (as ever) Breaking Silences: Speak Out on Abortion that inaugurated the From Abortion Rights to Social Justice conference at Hampshire College I was thinking that there are nearly as many ways to think and write about...

Expected, Unexpected

Certain rites of passage you expect to experience—and even enjoy. Take Friday, for example. The dear husband and I walked the few blocks to Northampton High School where we met with the gregarious guidance counselor to go over choices for our eldest son’s...

Earth Day Week

These early bursts of warmth have acted as flower-bloom-speeder-uppers, and around us, New England presents a rather dizzying array of color and texture. On the days the temperature drops back seasonable for April—even chilly—I walk about even more dazed...

Ode to the Postcard

Perhaps a little subset of correspondents—by which I mean, people who enjoy written communication—particularly favor postcards? If that’s the case, I’ve befriended a few such kindred spirits in my lifetime. And it’s hard for me to let an...

Blog-o-versary

When you become a parent, there are certain things that everyone tells you will happen yet you might not have believed would be true in your case. Not surprisingly, many of these exact things turn out to be true. One, at least for me, is birthdays cease to matter (or...

Kudos, MTV

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.” –Muriel Rukeyser** I will come right out and admit that I’ve become completely, utterly, hopelessly hooked by a pair of companion MTV series: 16 &...

Mother's Day III

Like many adoptive parents, not until I’d adopted a baby did I learn there’s such a thing as “Birthmother’s Day.” That day falls the day before Mother’s Day, the Saturday, and was designated a day to honor birthmothers. I learned...

The Carrot Seed

Yesterday afternoon, I got a tummy ache, of the suddenly doubled over with cramps variety. I’d planned to work out (didn’t happen), roll on the floor (didn’t happen), have dinner with the kids (didn’t happen), put them to bed early (also...

Lulu

Dictionary: lu-lu (loo loo) any remarkable person or thing For whatever reason—as in, I have no idea—when I was pregnant with our second babe—gender unknown—we needed an in-utero nickname for her or him—him—and so we called the bump...

Beautiful Boys

Beautiful Boy was the overly ambitious second book I took on vacation last year (the book itself wasn’t overly ambitious, the notion that I might read two books during one vacation with four kids was). During the post-school, pre-nap bottle with the toddler, I...

Summer in Spring

Even though there seems to have been some spring summer confusion this glorious, often steamy May, what either season seems to agree upon is this: local food has arrived. Amidst the floral explosion this spring brought, the early green vegetables unearthed themselves...

Disconnection

A bright, summery Memorial Day morning here in New England and I wake to birdsong, a messy kitchen, a sleeping household and a strong sadness at this very day’s disconnects. How can it be so beautiful when we are to remember the bravery of service people lost?...