feeding maybelle

Every parent is overjoyed by their children's successes.  I, certainly, feel very proud that since last year I have, not one, but two readers. That said, their reading has caused me certain inconveniences.
Each Advent season, my girls and I forego chocolates to spend 24 evenings trying out things that interest us....

As an only child, I didn't have the benefit of comparison.  My behaviors, my reactions, my nature could not be benchmarked against another incarnation of my parents.  And, it is my inexperience perhaps that leads me to notice the many differences...

During the Thanksgiving preparations, I had my mind on many things, most of them not food. I certainly ate.  And, ate.  And ate.  But, I found my mind combatting tensions, stresses, and other banalities.  Finally, my mind began to fixate on lunch bags...

As a child, the last school bell signaled the heat of warm sunny days, the smell of cut grass, the chck-chck–chck of sprinklers. I relished the idea of uninterrupted weeks enjoying these hallmarks of summer, firmly ensconced in a comfortable library...