This post falls into one of those categories I call “bourgeois concerns.” My husband is a former Marxist who once told a man that I’m a Bolshevik, so please forgive me. (I am not really a Bolshevik.) Tomorrow, that former-Marxist husband and I head south for a couples-only vacation. We will read and eat at [...]
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Oprah is leaving me. Even though I have been a fickle viewer, sometimes turning off the television in frustration about the commercial breaks or yet another visit from Julia Roberts’ teeth (who are so happy, by the way), I will really, strangely, miss her. I vaguely remember when Oprah started her show. We had just [...]
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Let’s be honest. Good writing is, as Anne Lamott says, about “telling the truth,” and so I am going to say what I’ve been afraid to say for years, and what I especially have not said on this blog. Like many mom-bloggers, I want to be a writer. A published one. Except I’m afraid I won’t [...]
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Early this morning, I was in the midst of a dream where I sat on a European hilltop, ruffling through large posters imprinted with poetry. I looked for just the right one, lamenting loudly that people should memorize poems, that we need to sit across tables and take turns reciting poems animatedly, relishing the rhythm [...]
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Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row. –English nursery rhyme As I get older, I am working on recognizing and accepting who I am and who I am not, rather than beating myself up for not being who I want [...]
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Over a year ago, I wrote a post called “A Brief and (Probably) Cynical Analysis of Children’s Books” in which I discussed some of my issues with the books I either read Mr. B or decided not to. I was a little appalled by the mother in The Runaway Bunny because she seemed to stifle [...]
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Then: I remember city streets decorated with the remnants of food and paper. Wires were strung above me, from telephone pole to apartment building. The passing trolley swept everything into the air. I remember a brightly lit deli where almost every day, I got a fresh, warm, roll. I remember pulling the soft dough out [...]
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This morning, I’m dreaming of an escape to a place I’ve been before. Paris. There never seems to be a time when Paris doesn’t hold with it all dreams of romance, all images of beauty, all the whispers of inspiration and imagination. If I lived there, would I be in a constant daze? Would I [...]
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It was a beautiful spring day, and SuperWoman’s son—sometimes TalkMonster, sometimes SuperBoy—was getting a party for turning the fabulous age of four. He invited eight mini-superheroes and their siblings. So SuperWoman did what any ordinary woman would do to prepare. She flew to the liquor store and spent $179 on tequila and margarita mix. Then [...]
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I finished reading my first book in third grade. I handed in one of many assignments, and in the quiet, grey room, summer break imminent, I took the novel out of my desk and lay it on my lap. For some reason, I felt the need to hide it, to secretly turn the final pages. [...]
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