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…
Tag: pain
Sigh.
I just don’t understand. What point could you possibly be trying to make? You got something against long-distance runners? Did you try to do the Boston Marathon once and not finish? Or do you have something against mobility in general? Thanks to you, dozens of people have lost limbs. Boom. Just like that. Perhaps you’re…
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…
A Prayer for Your Family
Seven years ago, in my second year of teaching, I taught at a Catholic elementary school. I’m not Catholic, but French teachers are often in short supply, and I was in no position to be picky about jobs. Sometimes I was a bit uncomfortable being a Quaker inside the Catholic bubble with all the unfamiliar…
Too much to say, too little to say
Sean asked me yesterday if I blog to try to “make sense of the world.” Yes. Absolutely. That has never been more true than now. I also blog because, as I know from keeping a diary for so long, it helps a lot in painful moments. It’s a way for me to remove a piece…
Newtown
Images dropping before my mind’s eye like slides: lockdown drills suddenly in sharp focus, children huddling with their backs against the wall, invisible to an intruder, teachers shushing them and hoping they’d manage in a real emergency. Now there are real pictures. Children who will now always feel sick at the sound of a loud…
Six weeks old on Remembrance Day
Dear Baby A, Today, you are six weeks old! Probably the fastest six weeks of my whole life, even though I’m trying very hard to cherish every second, to make this time last longer. Six weeks ago, you were sleeping angelically through your first day of life, as many people (who had already loved you…
Thanks for the mammaries, and the 80s junk food ads
As I was just telling my mother, I am not myself today. I think it’s because I made one of my boobs angry. I guess it’s easier to do than I realized, while breastfeeding full-time. I was just trying to be consistent and make sure I keep the supply even on both sides… I realized…
Best and Worst Parenting Moments (in one day)
Yesterday there were some radically contrasting highs and lows in the tapestry of our family life. Some high points with Baby A: Starting to get waking smiles this past week – the ones when she’s looking right at us, so they seem like she means them. She peed on her potty for the first time!…
Sebastian’s Tree
A year ago yesterday, on October 15th, International Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, I wrote to Sebastian on Unspoken Grief. I was feeling very blue and needed to write with a bit more anonymity than usual. Looking back at what I wrote, I feel so fortunate to be where I am, one year later….