The concept of unplugging is a thing of beauty. Set aside the phone, close the laptop, hide the remote, and give yourself completely to the three dimensional. The pressure to unplug and the judgement of not doing so has become an oppressive blanket. The divide between those of us who use the online realm for [...]
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
I have no illusions that raising three daughters will be easy. I know from my own experience that self-confidence and self-acceptance can be ephemeral, a revelation of my own worth one day is hammered by crippling doubt another. Then there are things like Steubenville and the coveted thigh gap. The technology that they are growing [...]
Sunday, February 24, 2013
A few months ago we went to a fundraiser for a local organization called Art in the Public Eye. Sean and I walked around scanning the silent auction items before bidding on a few different things, one of which was a family fun pack for three hours at a Lake George Arcade. I think somehow [...]
Monday, January 14, 2013
It was just a regular Sunday here. I did some laundry, stripped the beds, made a grocery list and took Ave with me to the store. As usual, the final tally was double what I intended, both in cost and time. I shrugged it off because I was having great one-on-one time with Ave and [...]
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Finley discovered earliest, and implemented most potently, the phrase, “You promised.” The fact that most times I did not in fact promise means very little to either of us. When the plaintive request comes through, if it does not involve a trip to Disneyland or a kitten sized bar of chocolate, I tend to find [...]
Sunday, December 9, 2012
She asks me each night with an impish grin, “Mama, can I have your hand?” It’s part and parcel of bedtime, this game of gentle tug of war. “Just let me hold your hand, but you’ll be too tired to pull, so you’ll sleep here.” Her eyes shine, big and bright and as perfect as they [...]
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
It doesn’t matter whether I am reading to them, they are reading to me or we are just together near books—times stands still and my heart swells. Today a piece of my heart stayed in a quiet aisle in Lake Placid. Thank you, always, to books.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Finley clung to me this morning, her little chin wrinkled with lines of worry as her jaw clenched and her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t wanna go to camp. I just want to be being with you on this day.” It was not the way I wanted the day to go. I wanted the three girls [...]
Friday, July 22, 2011
The girls are home. I cried while they were gone. A lot. I walked past their bedrooms trying not to get caught up in the twisted sheets and discarded clothes all wrapped up in their summery scent of cut grass, lake water and cheesey-snack dust. Then the first morning without them came and the room pulled [...]
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
She likes purses, particularly dainty, expensive, rarely-used-by-me clutches. When asked what her doll or stuffed animal is named she says, without fail, “She’s sassy.” People say, “Sassy? That’s her name?” and she grins, nods emphatically and says, “Yes, just Sassy.” I’ve tried to understand what it is that has allowed her to slip under my skin [...]
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
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