The changing face of child’s play
R oy brought a friend home to play. A bright, articulate boy, he and Roy appear to be a good match. They like to throw things and catch them. They are both strongly in favor of rolling down hills,...
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Peaches sleeps away
pink, far rightO ur rule of thumb has been no sleepovers until after second grade. I can’t remember how we arrived at this as parents. In all likelihood, I made it up to get out of an unwanted...
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Like a lion
my eye! my eye!I could hear it on the roof, scrabbling to get in while I stirred what was on the stove. It would stop and I would forget about it until, there it was again, banging around, trying to...
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State fair hater
four-year-old marcel art (that totally looks like a fair ride feels to me)Roy brought home a permission slip for his class’ planned field trip to the state fair. D o you want to chaperone?” the form...
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Pretty Woman walks into a violin store
just as prettyI hate the violin store. When Marcel began playing the bass last summer, The Three and I took field trip to the city’s renowned store for all things strings. I was so pathetically...
View ArticleShelter for the swarm
T he house had filled up with children. One washed up from a birthday party. Another seeped in through the door. A third trickled in with two of mine. I didn’t even notice until the number of children...
View ArticleOur beautiful, tween, read-aloud thing
A ll told, The Three and I are reading two books aloud. The number can creep up on us. Until Peaches was 5, I was only reading one book before bedtime—to Marcel alone at first, but then to Roy, as...
View ArticleGroundhog summer
J une means having the same conversation over and over again. Not that October doesn’t mean that, let me be clear. The difference during the summer months is that there are no breaks, no pauses in my...
View ArticleTo sleep, perchance to — well, just sleep.
As we travel across the country trying to sleep in one of any number of hotel rooms with Roy, I can’t imagine a timelier re-post. Enjoy. No one is sleeping at my house. It’s been a week now, and I feel...
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Back to the farm
W hen they’re big enough, words will get away from me. I couldn’t have told you that when I was younger. If I read something and understood the parts that comprised the whole of something (and when...
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