On doing fun things at an un-fun time
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Sometimes I think about a passage in the first part of Slaughterhouse-Five, where a middle-aged Kurt Vonnegut describes how he sometimes gets drunk in…
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Sometimes I forget I'm a mother. Scratch that: sometimes, after directing my focus toward something else, I resurface into the knowledge of my…
I don’t mean to gloat, but my kids are back at daycare. A few days before the start of the month the school wrote to the parents with options. The kids…
Spring has turned to summer, and beyond summer I can faintly see fall. My older kid still divides her memories into "before the germs were here" and…
It's a rainy morning here in quar. Rainy days are tough, since our whole routine with the kids at this time revolves so heavily around trips outside…
On Easter afternoon, our family decided to indulge in a walk by the Baltimore Inner Harbor. It was beautiful out, one of the preternaturally clear days…
When Jesse and I lived in Berkeley, we knew a lot of people who worked in science and technology. (Ironically, now that we live in the shadow of Johns…
A TYPICAL CONVERSATION CHARACTERS CHILD (A child, age 2 years and 2 weeks. Aside from Sesame Street, the characters CHILD mentions—DIEGO, LUKE, RAE-RAE…
One way you realize you're becoming a Woman of a Certain Age is when you notice that your body doesn't hold the power and fascination over the world it…
Over Memorial Day weekend, I strapped Hattie into her Ergobaby carrier and boarded a MARC train for DC, and then a Metro to Arlington, where we spent a…
The semester is over. Twenty minutes ago I dismissed my Introduction to Fiction & Poetry students for the last time. It was pouring rain all morning…