That time I broke the rules
It’s been a while since I’ve written online and in public, and I have no idea what the hell is going on in this draft.
Tag: parenting
Where I am and other false notions
Downtown was sexy and lively; this new place has a different kind of beauty. It’s a beauty I’m still figuring out, but it seems to be the beauty of breath and light, the beauty that snags your attention not to pull you along but to leave you right where you are: standing still and seeing.
napowrimo day 10: blog post
a wet and cold evening. the boys played lacrosse in the rain. drenched and muddy, they filled up my car with quite the distinct aroma of boy sweat. and i couldn’t have been happier.
napowrimo day 8: blog post
yesterday, my 11-year-old announced he was going to change his name to morgan freeman. i would be ok with that, except…
napowrimo day 3: blog post
attention, grown-ups: we need to play more. we need to be silly. we need to goof-off. we need to stop censoring ourselves so much.
one strange and wonderful pizza, one normal night
the pizza was strange and wonderful and delicious. though i’ll make a few tweaks on it the next time around, what doesn’t need anything different at all is this evening.
summer evening in washington park
the boys love walking in the park. even though they are country boys and boys who’ve explored their mama’s stompin’ grounds in the maine woods, they still love downtown albany’s washington park. it’s their front yard when they’re with me.