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Tuesday Yawn

Last night’s sleep belongs firmly in air quotes. I woke up. I was hot; I was not hot; I was cold. I wasn’t sick. The dear husband snored. The small girl climbed into bed. Not so much later, she whacked me in her sleep. I mulled possible nephew names. I...

No Fooling

One boy got sick, the fourth grader. He has a slight fever this morning. However, he has begun to yo-yo again, so I think he’s on the mend. He felt quite hot all day yesterday so he can’t go to school. The whizzing sound of yo-yo in motion will be mine all...

Fifteen

15 Things I adore about my 15 year-old:1. What he loves, he really, really loves a lot.2. He reads the newspaper.3. He is funny and mostly sweet with his younger sister.4. He is absolutely sweet to small children.5. He understands math the way I don’t think math...

Tuesday Starts

It’s hardly profound but I’m pretty sure many parents—maybe all parents at one time or another—would agree with this statement: three-day weekends can feel much longer than three days. I do not mean that entirely kindly. There was, let it be...

Only in Northampton?

I’ve never had allergies (I mean, the seasonal pollen-air-ragweed variety). I thought I did, but I suspect it’s a cold that is strange and slow and mild and annoying (and nearly over, thankfully). I am a little grumpy. Given the way colds make you feel,...

Peonies in the Rain

The fuchsia peonies up the street are the Susan Sarandon of flowers: siren hot and unapologetically sexy as they show signs of age, like so many petals strewn beneath them revealing no care for what they’ve lost. It’s raining and I can’t get an...

Hot Sticky

Two words that can be nice are hot and sticky. When you place those words at end of June and beginning of July they are likely not all that nice. They haven’t been all that nice. Like specific holidays, summer’s the season of vacation—without the...

Singing and Sweating

There are a few burning questions to my summer. One of them is this: How did I get so overcommitted as a volunteer? It’s akin to potato chip consumption in that a few are fine, the open bag in the pantry, though, that becomes dangerous. I give an assist here,...

Portraits or Snapshots

Sunday, this one went off. He left for camp this year with a smile (although the actual smiling photo was rather blurry), and a full head of hair. The second guy begins his last summer as a DASAC camper today. This will mark the end of a long run at DASAC, possibly to...

Preschool is Over

Last licks on the most awesome learn to monkey bar monkey bars ever Oh crazybusy week you close with rain. Tomorrow, I go to pick up Remy at his overnight camp. (Yay, go ahead, you can be happy right alongside me). By all accounts, which is to say three...

5-0

As tempting as it would be to make another list as I did last year on my birthday, I just read it again and I couldn’t possibly come up with much more to tell. It stands as a pretty good piece of who-Sarah-is documentation. I did not change all that much this...

Bow to Summer

Three random things on a Wednesday that has me rushing: I mostly think I’m on Facebook for the access to adorable photos of everyone’s babies. This week, I had to expand my thinking. I believe I ‘liked’ every single first day of school photo I...

Sweet as Pie

If I needed two words (okay, two brief phrases) to describe my week, I’d choose—“upside down” and “sweet as pie.” Obviously, pie can be sweet or savory or even sweet pies can be different levels of sweet, so, I fold nuance into my...

Nashville Week

There are real, important things to discuss. World affairs, politics, even local goings on, of which there are many—this week. Add in the little things that happened and some charming photos and I could be writing about and thinking about practically anything....

Twenty Years

It is completely safe to say that twenty years ago (today) we had no idea (none, whatsoever) of what we were getting ourselves into. Four children, two moves—London and back, from one house to another, crossing the big divide of our main drag Elm...

Idleness

Three disparate things on a Wednesday vie for space in my overcrowded and overtired mind: I don’t love to be cold. Mornings have begun to feel cold. I wish I could slow things down in a way you’re not allowed to do. My fantasy yesterday went like this:...

The Art of the Muddle

Last week, I missed loads of things that matter, because I was busy with other things that matter (mostly, I’d describe last week as busy with an other thing that mattered: triage of the one parent with four kids while the dear husband and co-parent was out of...

Snowy Morning

Snow on the ground—really? Really. Also, they are blowing snow at Berkshire East Overwhelmed a bit this morning by the notion of excess and family and social whirlwinds and work deadlines buried in the mix and the general much too muchness that can characterize...

Thankful For…

Words Silences Gentle sunrises Intense sunsets Those days the air brushes cheeks just rightly The climb from Prospect Street up Round Hill Road The sky Feet Floor Legs Teenagers’ hugs Eleven year-old boy’s hugs Kindergartner’s leaps into arms with...

Walk the Line

The words that really apply this week are “flurry,” “fluster,” and “flummoxed.” As in, I’ve fallen behind—a flurry of emails and to-do’s and such. Meantime, this has me flustered. Add to that the notion that...

The Laundry Did It

Doesn’t this look worse than it was? Ghostly. Poor lighting. In the annals of what happened to you since January first, I really only have to say one word: “Laundry.” Yes, I did baskets and baskets of the stuff. On the second snow day that followed...

Love Lesson

The whole Valley Advocate Best Of didn’t entirely register for me. The deadline is tomorrow. I did not push my blog once. Oh, well, oh, dear, oh no, oy vey. But anyway, here I am with the official request that if you like this blog, please vote for it. You do...

Change of Scene

Last week, I posted a photo of a snowman to Only in Northampton’s Facebook page. This week, I saw a sandsnowman. And that’s really all there is to say. Up on Brain, Child’s Brain Mother blog my essay about a surprise that happened to me on...

Two Books

We are back, as of midnight. I do not want to wear a coat (hashtag, First World Problems). We should see snow later, so I will wear a coat. Grumpy about the return, I won’t say much more on that subject. Of my three to share, two fall under the category of...

About. Time.

Just last night I stumbled upon a Pie Chart about bath-time via Honest Toddler. There are things about the very small kid days I do not miss, like certain struggles during tubby time. The cute little wriggly soft bodies, sure, I miss those in some theoretical way....

Spring and Friday

This week somehow tumbled by fast with the second half of it given over to the New York Antiquarian Book Fair (I’m not there; my dear, bookselling husband is). In service to Cumberland Rare Books, I stepped up the shuttle and parenting duties and I don’t...