Still shaking my head over the behavior of people in the market tonight. It was a usual Friday night free-for-all, bumper carts in the produce aisle, kids begging for things their mothers didn’t want them to have, sale items long gone, bored teen cashiers wishing they were anywhere but there. Well hell, didn’t we all … Continue reading
Our weekend has been for the birds. Really. Some new neighbors — well, they’re only passing through, I’m sure — showed up in the cork tree outside the kitchen door. Four baby robins hatched a few days ago and are keeping their mom — and us — very busy. We’ve been glued to the nest … Continue reading
Florida will never be the same. Catherine and Basil finally landed late this afternoon. It was a victory of sorts for them both. Basil reports his group of 12 boys is nice and listens. (Fingers crossed that remains the case, and that Catherine’s chaperone is sending a similar message to her spouse.) Catherine overcame her … Continue reading
So it begins. This morning Basil and Catherine left for the GHS Chorus trip to DisneyWorld. The group will compete tomorrow, sit in on a music workshop with Disney professionals and sing for park visitors on Main Street USA Sunday night. Plus they get to play in the various Disney parks. Followers of this blog … Continue reading
Couldn’t help but smile early this morning during the Orthodox Easter service at The Church of The Archangels in Stamford. In the pew behind us was an antsy tot — which is no small matter when every member of the congregation in a standing-room-only church is holding a lit candle. She was up, she was … Continue reading
A lot is made of mother’s guilt, especially working mother’s guilt. Been there, done that. I’ve sobbed in the car after dropping a reluctant toddler at day care — and watching her little face pressed up against the classroom window begging me to stay. (And I’ve returned to said day care and had to convince … Continue reading
The year-old twins who live behind us caught my eye out the kitchen window last week. Already, they are walking, their chubby legs wobbling under the task, each cock-eyed step a victory. Dressed alike in pink dresses and polka-dot sweaters, they offered a delightful distraction to my washing up. I smiled the whole time I … Continue reading
Oh, there’s just no way to skip the cliches, so I’ll just have at them: How time flies! Where do the years go and how do I now find myself here, the mother of a 16 (16!!!)-year-old daughter? For I know I haven’t aged THAT much. It was just yesterday that I was waking Basil … Continue reading
This is not a post about coming of age, but rather the passage of time and how it steals our youthfulness. Tonight on the way home, as my heart was singing the TGIF song and I was checking the grocery list in my mind, I glanced to the right while stopped at a traffic light and … Continue reading
Dear Patricia: It’s me, Jennifer. I’m here, all grown up with a child of my own, wishing I was speaking to you instead of writing a letter I hope you might see in cyberspace. And today is our day — the day that seals our fate, and continues to toy with our emotions. I hope … Continue reading