The last time I felt warm was in August. I was sitting on the porch, in the shade, the cats in asymmetrical puddles at my feet, and we were all simply oppressed by the heat. We were dying of it. We were melting. And we didn't even appreciate it. Since then, I've been cold. My… Continue reading I have been cold forever and there is no end in sight.
I have a love/hate relationship with snow days. Yes, it's nice to get a break from the morning rush, the forgotten karate bag, the school drop-off line. It's nice to have the time to do the breakfast dishes before dinner dishes are created. It's nice to have a third cup of coffee at my kitchen… Continue reading Wintry Mix
New Year's Resolutions. Because everyone else is doing it. Stop doing what everyone else is doing. It doesn't make you a better person, just less recognizable. Do not worry so much when cats disappear. They usually aren't dead, just on vacation. Quit thinking Facebook posts are true representations of other people's lives, including your own.… Continue reading New Year’s Day
“Are you okay?” my 12-year-old asks. We're in the car, heading to the gym so he can lift weights and play basketball. My plan? To head to the neighborhood pub for a lonely glass of wine while he's busy sweating. “Why do you ask that?” I answer. “I don't know, you seem kind of quiet?… Continue reading Boxing Day
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When I was about 12 years old, I decided to read A Midsummer Night’s Dream. My mom was impressed. We went to the library and picked it up, along with Hamlet, just because, and I carried them home with a reverence usually reserved for books by Madeleine L’Engle and Noel Streatfield, my usual favorites that year.
But…what were these words? This wasn’t even English, was it? I didn’t understand any of it. Within a page or two of Midsummer, I was done, discouraged, disappointed. I didn’t even attempt Hamlet. Shakespeare, I decided, wasn’t for me.
It wasn’t until about five years later, when a high school English teacher got up in front of the class and performed the “To be or not to be” soliloquy with passion and total commitment that I was willing to give it another shot. And with daily read alouds, a steady…
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I am a winter kind of person. I don't ski, I don't snowboard, and I fail every year to get my snow tires applied before the snow falls, but still--winter is grand. I love the whole being indoors thing. I love the need for sweaters and wool socks and fires in the fireplace. I love… Continue reading The first weekend of winter arrives early and has nothing to do with snow.
Finishing a project is a sweet-bitter thing. Yes, the relief is great. But also--you miss it. I miss reading Shakespeare. Of course, I can still read him, I know that, but there's less of a hard motivation. It's like clicking well with one person at a party and then wandering off to talk to other… Continue reading The End