Saturday Morning at 8:05am, Or, I Spilled My Blood For You
My daughter IM’d me last Sunday. She said Happy Mother’s Day. And then she asked what I wanted as a present. I hesitated for a
May 16, 2009
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My daughter IM’d me last Sunday. She said Happy Mother’s Day. And then she asked what I wanted as a present. I hesitated for a
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. This is the first time both kids are gone. That’s OK. Not a sad thing, really. I am wondering what they
I’m not one to trust reports of trends. I get deeply annoyed when people say things like, “It’s been rainier than usual this spring,” after
It’s the boy child’s birthday on Monday. He will be 19. First time he’s ever been away from home on his birthday. I, however, have
My daughter has been in a dance group at Princeton for several years. This semester, given the demands of her senior thesis, she decided not
It’s Easter tomorrow. As an atheist, my relationship to Easter is governed by the memories I have of my young children, baskets in hand. And
I almost wish my kids were down the hall, sleeping. That I had bought some ham and tortillas and potatoes and salsa and eggs to
I was in the supermarket the other day, Whole Foods to be precise, and the woman ahead of me in the checkout line had a
The boy child has gone back to college. This is as it should be. Luckily I sneaked in a little sniff of his head when
It’s Saturday morning. And my son is home from college. My children are grown. They have not a vestige of body fat left on them
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