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May 4, 2016

Taste the Rainbow.

rainbow prism

The last time I saw in technicolor was when I went to music camp. I have always perceived notes as colors, when they are sharp they vibrate, flat they dim, and just right they make a rainbow. Sadly this doesn’t translate to being able to produce beautiful music. Once I gave up my instrument the world went back to shades of grey. Chatting with a friend whose life is music I learned that color associations with words, letter and notes have a name…and a Wikipedia page. Synesthesia fascinates me, Read more […]

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May 2, 2016

The precipice of change

precipice of change

Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different. C.S. Lewis Oliver has spent the weekend reviewing his packing list getting himself ready to spend three days in the woods with his fifth grade class. At night we lie close and he tells me that he will come back more grown up, but that I don’t have to worry…he will always be my boy. Clasped together I notice that our hands are the same size. Behind us the clothes are laid out across the living Read more […]

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April 2, 2016

Nine Ways Lazy Parenting Helps Grow Great Grown ups

Helicopter Parenting. Free Range Parenting. Sharenting. The names go on and on. We all reap rewards and pay the price for whichever philosophy we adopt. What happens when we don’t adopt a philosophy at all? What happens to our kids if we cross the line from laissez-faire to downright lazy? Let’s take a look… 1. Outerwear – My son rushed out the door to school juggling his backpack, sneakers, and water bottle. What was missing? His coat. It was 5 degrees. Did I run after him? No. I sat Read more […]

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March 31, 2016

Happy birthday to my 11 year old

pink balloon

We celebrate your birthday early because we will be in Italy on the actual date. You have a sleepover with 8 other boys and are the first one to sleep, keeping your streak of 5 parties in a row where you nod off before a single guest hits the sack.

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February 8, 2016

Just say no to potty training and other pre-emptive parenting.

crazy family portrait

When I was seven months pregnant with my first son my straight talking OB responded to my umpteenth question about light cramping with: “I think its time to stop worrying about the pregnancy and start worrying about the baby.” We worry, research, learn, and practice the stage we are in right now. But with parenting, and maybe other things, it is the next stage that offers the challenges. For the most part our boys are healthy and typically developing. Which makes our worries pretty typical. Read more […]

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February 5, 2016

Snow-Kissed…Managing anger in a fairy tale life.

I remember the bulbs, squirrel eaten and buried upside down. They will have to fight their way through human error and forces of nature to open their faces to the sun. We planted them together my boys and I, looking ahead. Today the ground is snow-kissed..the bulbs blanketed in their sleep. Inside the boys are bundled in their own blankets, the plastic fleece gone from soft to pointed peaks with lots of laundering. I wonder what happened to cotton, why is it not the fabric of OUR lives. It washes Read more […]

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August 31, 2015

Thank less

It has been a crappy morning. I woke to a rejection letter that I sneakily read before my morning medihation (not a typo). I try to meditate before email so I have a fighting chance at clearing my mind, but obviously I failed. I spent my 12 minutes breathing and thinking about how thin my skin is. Then chastising myself for thinking that. Then judging myself for thinking anything at all during my 12 minutes. I somehow started the toothbrush before putting it in my mouth and sprayed toothpaste Read more […]

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February 7, 2014

Spit or Swallow

Angry Kid with stick.

As he makes his way past his father he gives him a hip check with a grunt of anger. “Leo. Put down your plate and go to your room. Go take out your anger on your pillow or your bed, not on your father.” In an instant I have gone from ally to enemy and his almond eyes squint into slits. He stomps up the stairs pulls a piece of art off of the wall and slams it to the floor. Bringing my plate to the table Oliver sits shaking his head. “Welcome to my life.” He says. “Whenever he gets mad Read more […]

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August 27, 2013

Should all over ourselves

For throwback Thursday I chose an old back to school post. Three years ago our worries were about back packs and showers. Now we wonder about social isolation. I am happy to report that Oliver now showers twice a week, Leo rarely manages mold colonies, and I never measure myself against mothers in the coffee shop. Probably because they are all working out while I am sitting on my butt. The slanted evening light comes through the plate glass of the classroom window. It lights up the half amused, Read more […]

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