April 2010
10 posts
Overheard
Lila: We had a substitute today.
Stella: Who was she?
Lila: I don’t remember her name.
Stella: What did she look like? Was she fat?
Lila: (pause) I wouldn’t call her fat…
Stella: Well, I mean, was she kind of like Mommy?
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In other news, the cat seems to feel quite at home now.
What a cat isn't
What a cat isn’t is a dog. I miss Sullivan, our adorable naughty puppy, so sharply it still takes me by surprise. I haven’t written about her death because, frankly, it’s too hard. I start, I cry, I stop. Suffice to say: We’ve been grieving. And I knew if I tried to get another dog, we would be comparing that dog to Sullivan, probably unfairly.
But we need something furry...
A little shout-out
FYI, this is not where my kids will be going to camp. They’re going to attend these fantastic new summer programs — a week of cooking and a week of art — and a couple weeks of Mass Audubon camp, also known as Trial by Mosquitoes. But, if they weren’t attending those camps, they’d be going here.
Have you ever wondered where yarn comes from? Would you like to know...
Everything I ever wanted
This afternoon — standing at the kitchen counter, glancing up to look at my daughters playing in the afternoon sunshine, kneading a hunk of pizza dough for their dinner, vaguely aware of an NPR commentator intoning in the background — this afternoon, I felt a sudden realization. This is everything I ever wanted.
It’s a feeling that can’t be forced, I find. I remember...
April, come she will
The weather today is insanely beautiful. Too hot, even, but I know it’s fleeting, and so I appreciate it for what it is. Why can’t I do this in the dead of summer — recognize the brevity of the season, and accept it for its beautiful, ephemeral self?
Less thinking. More sunning.
(Photo taken today by my friend Rachel on the Hipstamatic for iPhone. ‘Cause if...
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl
My dear friend Pam McMahon is a portraitist. Her rendition of Stella takes my breath away.
