A few years ago, five or six I think, we conducted focus groups for a project. The goal was to create an identity for a place. We invited people from all industries and varying levels of authority. Arts leaders and waitstaff, retirees and college students, people we’d never met and people we’ve known all our [...]
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
I’ve been moving at fast-forward like speed for years. Every once in a while I see comments from people who look like they are never ruffled, and realize that we are all white-knuckling it at certain moments. Tonight we decided to take a hike for the post-work/pre-bed time hours that the girls were with Nana [...]
Saturday, August 20, 2011
I remember poring over photo albums and sifting through boxes of photos as a kid. We have a few albums along with the annual iPhoto albums Sean creates each Christmas now, but our history lives mostly on our phones, laptops and my blog. The girls will often ask to look at the pictures. I usually [...]
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
I grew up believing in magic, from faerie blankets at dawn to wishing on stars before bed. One of the most profoundly exquisite aches of parenting has been the distillation of beauty. There is a literal sensation of lived-joy seeping from my memory and infusing moment’s with the best of what I had, faint wisps [...]
Monday, August 15, 2011
I’ve been thinking lately, chalk it up to withered vines and unexpected new blooms. I turned 38 last month and, not that the age 38 is any great shakes, I’ve realized some things. Life isn’t what it seems, or rather, our potential isn’t what it seems. It’s easy to get caught up in people preconceiving [...]
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Today did not come gently, it clattered down over me after the riotous exit of the disaster that was yesterday. I vowed not to let myself give into the temptation to be forcefully bitter and resentful. While my fingertips aren’t bloody, they should be for all the clinging to positivity I’ve practiced. I snapped at [...]
Friday, August 5, 2011
I’m five and heading off to Harris Elementary School to meet Miss. Thompson. I’m eleven and figuring out what separation and divorce really mean. I’m thirteen and poring over Seventeen Magazine, devouring how Jennifer Connelly, fresh off Labyrinth, is mixing plaid and tweed. I’m fifteen with butterflies thinking this is the year I’ll stop being awkward. I’m eighteen and [...]
Friday, August 5, 2011
My 20th high school reunion was last month. Facebook makes things like reunions so different, for our tenth there was some communication, but not the photo-laced threads of remember when and can’t wait until. This time around, there were so many new faces popping up. We’ve aged, or we haven’t. We’ve married people we knew, [...]
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
I remember packing for my first BlogHer. Finley and I were embarking on our first adventure, she was a little over two months old. It was a revelatory experience, as we surpassed everyone’s expectations (oh, how those people giving me the evil as they saw us boarding the plane changed their tune!) My second BlogHer had [...]
Monday, August 1, 2011
It got off to an inauspicious start as we woke once again to the reality of my having broken our coffee pot. It really defies description the way a nearly imperceptible tap from the plastic cutting board severed the point of the coffee pot where the side and bottom meet. I kept meaning to go [...]
Thursday, August 25, 2011
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