An Actual Conversation: Cephalopod Capers
Magic Princess: Ouch! Wait a second, my octopus is caught in your hair. Read more…
Progress Report
The first week of school always feels so very busy. Even I am joining in the fun this semester with my first graduate school class. (There wasn’t enough to do around here, obviously!) Read more…
Natural Bridge State Park
{this moment}
Playing along with SouleMama today. In her words:
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{this moment}
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.
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Overheard: A Lighter? Take on Syria
IT Tech 1: So, you’re feeling good about Syria? Read more…
An Actual Conversation: In Which my Heart Breaks More Than a Little
Like many of you, I have spent the last few weeks gathering up pencils and erasers, moving all of the used-but-good-as-new school supplies into an Easter basket (of all things!) and waiting for the official supply list to arrive. I waited. And waited more. I thought about calling the schools, but then remembered that this is how it seems to be here. Unlike Wisconsin, where the list for next year was sometimes sent home on the last day of school and was available online and was sent again mid-August, here in Pittsfield it has either come home on the first day of school (Kindergarten) or not at all (First Grade). Read more…
Overheard: Back To School
Boy: Yes, but you have a mohawk! That is perfectly acceptable hair.
A father tries to get his son through the first day of school. And the rest of life.
Anxious New Fifth Grader: The first day of school is always so chaotic!
Calm, but Slightly Exasperated Father: It doesn’t have to be. Just listen.
On the other side of the schoolyard a woman is forcing a stroller over sidewalk bumps and mud puddles. The first grader hurries to keep up, opening and closing her pink umbrella.
Mother: I will take the umbrella before you go in.
Umbrella-twirler: I won’t play with it, Mommy, I promise! I’ll just keep it with me quiet! I won’t even touch it!
Mother: You are my daughter. I have had you for six years. I know you. Give me the umbrella.
Happy Back to School!
Adventures
This afternoon we headed out for a quick adventure before school begins. The bears were anxious to know just where exactly we were going. No iPod, no Nintendo allowed on this particular drive. The first ten minutes were a little sullen, but both quickly warmed up to the mystery of it all. As we entered New York, the guesses came faster – Albany? The Statue of Liberty? Read more…
Come FLY with me?
The girl I mean to be
Sometimes, when a particularly perplexing-to-me yet simple-to-others daily life event and I interact, I have been known to stomp my foot and declare, “I got ‘A’s in Organic Chemistry! Why is this so hard?” Read more…
Naming Mountains 