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Last night, I received an email, and then a note outside my apartment door. Each made me a little weepy and a whole lot grateful to know even in the ugliest moments when all the masks come off, I am … Continue reading
These are the last days of preschool for us, and I’ve resisted writing about them, embedding them with meaning and sentiment with which I am not sure I am in touch. And then today I took my oldest daughter back … Continue reading
My husband walked in from work when I was about ten minutes into the award-winning film Putzel, this evening. I had purchased it on iTunes as it was released April 8th world-wide, and I was watching on the laptop in the living … Continue reading
I blame my husband. He started them thinking about the notes. One afternoon my four year old girl asked why I hadn’t put a note in her lunch. “What?” “Daddy puts notes in our lunch.” He’d been leaving notes on … Continue reading
And you get a big rejection of a piece in an email while together you’re watching The Colbert Report, so you go into the kitchen and cry like a baby, and say “Nothing,” when your husband asks what’s wrong, and … Continue reading
I sat in the playground this afternoon while Henry and Molly played, reading a new parenting book. The methods and message of the book contrast greatly with how I have been parenting. And that is the point of my reading this … Continue reading