No, Not That Season

Apr 19th, 2010

‘Tis not the season to be jolly. ‘Tis not the season for long, lazy days of riding bikes and lounging by a pool. ‘Tis particularly not the season to draw in deep carefree breaths of fresh air, unless you are particularly enamored of hours spent sneezing your head off. ‘Tis the season… For jumping. Last [...]

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It’s Her Birthday…and I’ll Cry If I Want To

Jan 4th, 2010

Nah, despite my reputation to the contrary, I’m not going to cry.  I may be shaking my head back and forth in disbelief that I am old enough to have a nine year old, but there won’t be any tears.  Not when I am the proud mama of an attitude-copping, eye-rolling, delicious delightful beautiful nine [...]

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And the medal goes to…

Aug 4th, 2009

Ahhhh….Home sweet home! After 45 days away, 6,519 miles traveled, 22 states visited, 3 time zones traversed I am chomping at the bit to get back to my garden-turned-overgrown jungle.  I cannot wait to resume CSA deliveries, fresh from the farm that is promising me eggplant and peaches.  I am ready to share the myriad [...]

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Sugar Cube Igloo with Frosting, *recipe not included

Feb 27th, 2009

Kira threw a major hissy fit yesterday.  Maybe it was the culminating pressure of being home sick for a week.  Or it could have been the stress of listening to me harp about the post-concussion care list over and over again.  Whatever it was, she snapped.  Here’s what happened: I got an email from her [...]

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No control, part 2

Feb 17th, 2009

I know, I’ve already admitted that there are some flaws in my logic: feeding the kids healthy foods and making them schlep groceries home in reusable bags does not in fact create an impenetrable force field around them.  It does not insulate them in a bubble of eternal health.  It does not encircle their precious [...]

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Happy Birthday to you

Jan 4th, 2009

Happy Birthday baby girl. No, wait, that’s not right.  This is not you anymore, lounging around under the table with the balloon, waiting to blow out the candles on your 3rd birthday cake. This is you now.  Independent.  Determined.  Generous.  Empathetic.  And unbelievably eight years old. When did you make the leap from being my [...]

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