Dear Little Bee You have had many nicknames, little bird, bumblebee, bug. You have grown so much. You know all about entertaining me and your sister and your dad, and you know all about driving us berserk too sometimes. Teatime. It can be hard to get you to play solo sometimes, but you are ALWAYS…
Category: growing up
Pre-birthday: For baby A
My firstborn, A, has been praying since last summer like this: “Dear Jesus thankyou for mama, pappa and my birthday coming to march with birthday hats, birthday cake, ‘fari Sams and balloons …” at which point we often direct her prayer: “Honey, say thankyou for the food,” “Amen,” And that is at the dinner table. …
Malcolm X book report
“We’re not Americans, we’re Africans who happen to be in America. We were kidnapped and brought here against our will from Africa. We didn’t land on Plymouth Rock — that rock landed on us.” Every now and then I get really curious about something. Once it was the Amish. Once it was the Holocaust. Currently,…
Halloween 08. All family style.
I saved the carving till Halloween. A is only 3 and so I knew I would be on my own. First I had to kill the punkin. This is nice happy punkin. I am aware that it will win no awards for creativity. This is monster punkin. I guess it was a sort of comedy/tragedy…
Some good reading
Thank God someone finally wrote this article about “Joe Six Pack”. The article makes light and looks at how wrong it is to clump voters into these overly simplified groups. I knew there was something wrong and a little unnerving about the idea of “soccer moms”, it turned them all into these monochromatic, minivan driving,…
What me worry?
Back when I was young, carefree in college, I worried about things like making rent, making grades, making it to work on time. I didn’t create things to worry about, like what would happen if… And the quality of worry was that I could more or less control these things, so it compelled me to…
shameless
The first time I heard her heart beating it was at 10 weeks. It sounded like little explosions going off rhythmically. After that, her heart sounded like little galloping horses. I imagined a little herd of galloping appaloosas inside her heart.
