As I’ve noted before, it took the deJana family a while to get our groove as a family of four, especially with regard to weekends. And in all honesty, that groove comes and goes. It’s hard to define the perfect weekend: it has to be relaxing, yet mildly eventful. There has to be family time, [...]
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In the first season of HBO’s True Blood, Tara and her mother go to a witch doctor to rid themselves of their demons within. Tara’s mother, a lifelong alcoholic, seems miraculously cured after this stint in a trailer in the woods, a bald woman (who ends up actually being a drugstore cashier) hovering over her, [...]
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I am thrilled to be posting today on the BlogHer Network! Please stop by to read one of my posts, “Blogging Creates a Space of One’s Own” and comment! I look forward to seeing you in another space today. Tweet This Post
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I’m an English teacher, which means I read way too much into things. So I can’t help but wonder what an infant’s personality signifies about her adult personality. From what I understand of my own babyhood, I never slept. The doctor encouraged my mother to give me doses of Benadryl to which I didn’t respond. [...]
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Jana and her red-haired husband lived in a friendly, very Irish suburb of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the eastern part of the United States. One stormy night, a brown-eyed baby with a pointy chin was born, and two and a half-years later, on a similarly cloudy day, an enormous baby girl met her parents just after [...]
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Child Leashes. I really can’t get my head around the concept. The little backpack may be fuzzy and shaped like a teddy bear, but it’s a leash. On your child. Despite practicality, it just feels wrong. (Companies can call it a “harness” all they want.) Take 17 seconds out of your day to see why [...]
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I went to a women’s college (and any graduate will tell you it’s women’s, not girls’), and then taught at a girls’ high school, so I know a bit about the special and lasting bonds that women can form. When women finally adjust to being alone with each other and get comfortable with the power [...]
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The reason I love literature–short stories, novels, poems, plays–is that it implores us to think a little more deeply about the extraordinary and the mundane, the extraordinary in the mundane. Even sad literature. Even tragedies. I’m teaching Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman in my summer course at a local community college. When I introduced [...]
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This past weekend, I took Mr. B to look at some old trains in Lancaster, otherwise known as Pennsylvania Dutch Country. It’s always a shock to come upon rolling green hills, horses and buggies, silos attached to farm houses, men with long beards and suspenders. You feel, immediately, like you are transported in time. It’s [...]
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