This morning I got a call from the principal of June’s school informing me that June had fallen off the monkey bars at recess, gotten the wind knocked out of her and bruised her back. The principal seemed to want … Continue reading
I. The Curse of the Mummy’s Hand: Thursday and Friday On Thursday morning I reached into the toaster over to retrieve June’s toast. It was way in the back, behind Noah’s waffle. I don’t know why I did it with … Continue reading
Round 1 The big middle school gym was crowded with parents and kids on the first Monday in October. The folding chairs filled up before we arrived so Beth, Noah and I were sitting on the bleachers. From there we … Continue reading
Noah and I were eating oatmeal and reading the Saturday paper when Noah piped up that there was a haunted train and carousel at Wheaton Regional Park (http://www.montgomeryparks.org/enterprise/park_facilities/trains/wheaton.shtm) and he wanted to go. He’d just finished reading the review in … Continue reading
Había una vez un barquito chiquitito, Había una vez un barquito chiquitito, que no sabia, que no podía, que no podía navegar pasaron un, dos, tres, cuatro , cinco, seis semanas, pasaron un, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis semanas, y … Continue reading
It’s just that time of year when we push ourselves ahead, We push ourselves ahead. From “The End of the Summer” by Dar Williams Sunday: A Different Ball Game On a cool, cloudy afternoon, the third Sunday in September, Beth, … Continue reading
‘Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free ‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be, And when we find ourselves in the place just right, ‘Twill be in the valley of love … Continue reading
“If you are a gardener and find me,” said the little bunny, “I will be a bird and fly away from you.” “If you become a bird and fly away from me,” said his mother, “I will be a tree … Continue reading
Sunday “I’m sorry,” Beth said. We were embracing on the screened porch of our rental house early Sunday morning. “You have no idea how much.” She had driven us to the beach the day before and she was heading straight … Continue reading
“We’re over the hump,” I announced to Beth on Thursday morning as she arranged eggs and a slice of cheese on a tortilla for her breakfast. By that I meant we were more than halfway through the dreaded three-week camp … Continue reading