This past Saturday, my sweet cousin Q married her true love, and we all gathered on Cape Cod to celebrate. It was a gorgeous splash of purple and white against the blue-and-green of the last day of summer, a day full of music and dancing and lovely, heartfelt, tear-inducing prose. It may well be impossible…
Tag: love
Preschooler No More
11:36 a.m. Dear E, Today is your first full day of kindergarten – JK. I am sitting here fervently wishing I were a fly on the wall of your classroom. Are you having fun? Are you nervous about anything? Did (do) you like your first recess? Are the other kids nice? Have you eaten any…
Celebrating the Beth Day Ever!
I’d like to tell you about my baby sister. It was her birthday last Friday, but for some reasons (namely, busy Labour Day weekend and then going back to work, ack) this birthday post is very, very late. Mini-Di shared a room with Mini-Beth (3 years her/my junior) for about 8 years. I have lots…
Nothing like a trip to the emergency room to put things in perspective.
Dear Baby AB, Sometimes you frustrate me. Sometimes you scream way louder than is called for, and sometimes your melodrama gets tiresome. Your reluctance to let me do simple, important things (like change your diaper or wipe your face) is aggravating. But know this: I love you more than waterfalls and music and fresh peaches…
Why The Rainbow Rocks My Socks
I grew up in the kind of household I wish all gay kids could grow up in: one where I always knew, without ever having to ask, that my parents would accept me. Well, not quite – if I’d been a Conservative/Republican, that might not have gone over well. But I never doubted that my…
Baby AB’s Fashion Blog – Issue #8: Ultra Lounge + BONUS Brother-Style
Wow, it’s a good thing there’s no shortage of baby fashion cuteness, because finding more than eight consecutive minutes to rub together (?) for a REAL blog post is, like, not happening these days. And blogging is like exercising for me – if I don’t do it for extended periods, guilt eats away at me….
Now I’m just sad.
Now the Boston manhunt has come to its conclusion and the case is waiting, I am left with a broken feeling. After my last post, two of my philosophical readers had a discussion in the comments. One wrote: Imagine you live in a small, impoverished village in a third-world country like Pakistan or Afghanistan. Imagine…
Happy Six Months, Baby Girl!
Dear Baby A, You are now half a year old! You are growing so fast! Just in the last two weeks, you have cut your first two teeth and learned to roll over, both ways. Here are some other things you have recently learned to do: wiggle while lying on your back, until you scootch…
A Review of All Things Misérables
So I finally got to see the new Les Mis movie in mid-February, when it had been in theatres for a month and a half. This is rather a travesty. I’m a musical geek. I could sing you most of the soundtracks for about a dozen different musicals.* I was also a French major; I…
For my sweet grandmother
I have one living grandparent, my dad’s mother. She is a treasure of a person. I remember a particular conversation we had when I was seven or eight, while she was visiting from Texas. We were out in my backyard together, talking about boys as I swung on the swingset. I asked her earnestly, “Wina,…