I’m not going to address the latest dad blogging controversy (You guys! You have a controversy! You’ve arrived! AGAIN!), mostly because it’s a debate over trolling, and I am just so...
It’s my birthday today. My husband has been asking me for days what I want. I don’t know what I want. A day off, maybe. A day off, with a nap. Which is totally not going to happen, not to...
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing...
The superman… has organized the chaos of his passions, given style to his character, and become creative. — Nietzsche. (And what is the leaping, be-clogged Space Ranger but an Uber-Mensch...
(Because she celebrates me every day. Because she is – as she said – so lucky to have me. Because it’s worth knowing that, and saying that.) (Check out Every Mother Counts. Because ...
Here’s the thing: I don’t much care one way or another about the photo that appears on the cover of the upcoming issue of TIME. I mean, I have opinions about it – I have opinions ab...
I’ve been participating in the ‘No Mother’s Day’ campaign – the brainchild of Christy Turlington Burns and her organization, Every Mother Counts – and will continu...
This Mother’s Day, I’m foregoing Mother’s Day. I’m asking my family to forgo the flowers and the brunch. I’m telling my husband that I don’t need a gift. I’m...
So, this party that I’m going to have. It’s coming together. But it hasn’t been easy. You can’t just get materials for a Kittens, Firemen & Tequila Party at your local party supply store, because...
Make a wish, and let… it… go. (Way, way up, to soar and soar and soar and dance and touch and kiss the clouds.) (This is how we navigated, with our children, the sometimes difficult truth...
Okay, look. I’m just going to give you fair warning: I’m going to dork out a little here. Actually, a lot. I wasn’t expecting to dork out, even though I have a very low threshold fo...
I wrote this post a couple of years ago, in a moment of desperate hand-wringing about what it means to do good online. I’ve been thinking about it a lot in recent weeks, as I’ve dug furth...
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a cute fireman holding a kitten and a bottle of tequila will capture the attention of any red-blooded woman within kitten-sensing distance. Or, rather, it ...
I barely wrote a word last week. Part of it was, I was exhausted. Exhausted in body, exhausted in soul. I had thought that I could land back in America and just hit my usual stride, not missing a bea...
I’ve been back in North America for about 48 hours now, and I’m still adjusting, physically and emotionally. My body is tired, of course. So is my heart: I only had a day with my husband ...
We were talking, some of us on the learning tour, about why the children that we’ve met in Uganda have had such an effect on us. I said – as I have so very many times in the past – ...
Kampala, Uganda / April 2012 (I am here, learning.) (Here is something I have learned. It was not a lesson that I expected, and is all the more precious for that.) (Yes, I found the words. As I knew ...
This guy. This guy just embodies all that is wonderful and disconcertingly beautiful about the children here, in Kampala. He is all round cheeks and soft skin and tiny chubby hands and a pout –...
7am, Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam. The lines of jetstream in the sky seem to make a checkerboard. Or a hexagon. Or the giant apocalyptic throwing stars of rebel angels. Or something. You see all sorts...
So, this week. 1.) We went to Coney Island. We’ve been before – Brighton Beach is a lovely place to spend a windy Sunday – but this time, the kiddy rides were open. Heaven hath no j...
When I was in high school, I had a black canvas bag that I adorned with pins. Pins with slogans, pins with the names of bands – The Smiths, The Clash, The The – pins with images, pins tha...
Sure, you complain about Mondays. That doesn’t mean that you don’t get that there are bigger problems in the world, some of which have nothing to do with your lack of sleep and the degree...
You know that you’ve exposed your children to too much social media when your six year old produces an infographic explaining the relative measure of her happiness to her access to popsicles. T...
I have, like so many men and women of my generation, a life list. On it are things that – true to its name – I want to do over the course of my life. These things are, most of them, lofty thing...
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead. – Louisa May Alcott
So I’ve been trying to get my husband to blog. And he’s sort of open to the idea. Open enough, anyway, that he’s begun experimenting with building his own site on WordPress and sett...
In honor of International Women’s Day, this: a repurposing of an essay that I wrote for Canadian Family a couple of years ago, about my ambitions and frustrations in living up to my own self-as...
Okay, so, first of all, ‘Super Tuesday’? I totally don’t get Super Tuesday. I totally don’t get a lot about how your political system works – and I say this as someone w...
Last week – almost a full week ago now, which kind of freaks me out, because, holy doodlebug, how long does it take me to post about this sort of thing these days, seriously? – I did the ...
You know the saying, a picture is worth a thousand words? Well, if one picture is worth one thousand words, what’s the worth of a thousand pictures? Or a hundred thousand pictures? Do you calcu...
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