Pushing on a Rope
motherhood
Waving the white flag in the face of winter ills
Bad enough when the rasp in your voice makes your boss think he’s talking to a man. Worse still when you’re the idiot racing out of church during the quiet of Communion prayers because you can’t stop coughing (why do we sit up front?!) and everyone else pretends they’re not looking at your beet-red face … Continue reading
Sick daze
Like every third person I meet, I’m sick. Just a cold or other minor bug, but enough to mess with my schedule. Probably like you, my life is planned down to the millisecond. There is always too much to do and too little time to get it done. Plus a special work project over these … Continue reading
A butterfly gets her wings
Catherine has highlights. We spent Saturday afternoon at the salon getting her first real grownup hairstyle. By the time the hairdresser was done, Catherine had morphed from teenager to young lady. Basil and I are amazed at what a few finely tuned swipes of color can do. She looks a little older, and the new … Continue reading
DisneyWorld or bust
I’m so excited! Catherine’s school chorus will travel to DisneyWorld in April for a competition. She’s never been there before, and neither have I! Having been raised on Walt’s amazing creations and Sunday evening episodes of “The Wonderful World of Disney,” I’m very eager to go and commune with the stories and attractions that colored my … Continue reading
Switzerland has spoken
We have a kind of running gag in the family. Basil and I squabble over one point or another, then look to Catherine for validation and she solemnly declares, “I am Switzerland.” She’s a pretty smart kid. Last night, however, she broke her silence. Basil offered her full immunity to speak freely. It all started with … Continue reading
Midlife confessions
Before we get to know each other a little more — before you spend even one more minute reading this blog, it’s important that you know something about me: I am embarrassing. There. I said it. It apparently runs in the family. My mom tells a hysterical story (she always tells things better) about the … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 