Can We Care About WASPs, Or, The Subjective, Personal, Version.
When one reads books as oneself, one might think about, well, oneself. I mean I think about myself. My apologies. High WASP language. Distance and
When one reads books as oneself, one might think about, well, oneself. I mean I think about myself. My apologies. High WASP language. Distance and
Sometimes other people have cute grandchildren. These belong to smiles4u2 at My Life Interrupted. She and her husband are raising the the littler girl and
Do you have a baby? Do you know some one or several someones who have babies? Jan is giving away the cutest little handknit sweaters.
Luckily for us moms there are now many socially sanctioned ways to spy on our adult and almost-adult children. At least to spy in their
Today Lilly plays tennis. That sly athlete:). My kids were at the US Open on Sunday. I scanned the stands for my daughter’s telltale red
Took the boychild to the airport this morning. Think it’s time to start calling him young man. So sweet. Just love the way he looks
This summer I have spent a lot of time with the boy child. He’s not in Hawaii, or Costa Rica, or Australia. I am not
Being a mom is such a funny job. One minute you feel love as strong as life. The next minute you are annoyed that yet
All day meeting yesterday for my job that plays peekaboo. Mostly boo at this point. Another meeting today. I’m stiff from sitting for hours. Listening
Ah. Saturday. Tea. Toast. Morning. It’s also the 4th of July. A holiday which if we’re lucky involves fireworks, lakes, oceans, charred food, cold drinks,
My daughter has finished her first week at the new job. She called me every day on the way home from work. I love to
I’m sitting at my kitchen counter. It’s old. 17 years old. Butcher block. Which means that by now it boasts some fissures, a burn mark
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