But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go, we’ll eat you up, we love you so!” And Max said “No!” ************************************** “Mom, you should leave the room.” This from my oldest, my 4 year old, who was managing to convey maturity and sweet seriousness in spite of his context (perched on the upstairs toilet,…
Category: Jack
Pinball
Birmingham, training. My first week of work, but it does not feel like it, because I am not in my city, staying in a downtown hotel. Orientation is all forms, and small talk. Too much food. I think of my children, also in their first week, wondering where I am, where their father is. I…
the end is the beginning
My husband’s grandmother passed away. My husband is very private, he reads this blog, and I am not sure how much he’d want put here about this experience. But it feels disingenuous to write about our summer without acknowledging this sorrowful life event. She lived a long life, suffered a long illness, and is now…
Bar? What Bar?
I promise I’m studying for the bar. I’m about to kick it into high gear. I’m solid on the “act like a lawyer” part – where they give you fake law, fake facts, and ask you to do lawyerly things with them – like write a brief or a motion. I’ve done about four of…
Jack and Liam’s Summertime Extravaganza – a Pictorial Representation of Why I Wish I was Four Again
Although much of my summer has a certain Groundhog Day feature to it – bar study remains relentless and mostly boring – my SONS are not suffering for that fact. If you wanted to write a manual for “how to create the ideal summer experience for your preschool-aged children,” then look no further than Jack…