Our kids are 21 and 17. Grown up. Almost. Our 21-year-old son still lives at home and attends a local university, and our 17-year-old daughter is a senior in high school. Last week, I wrote about letting go of them, because we know that in another year they will both be gone […]
They Call Me Mommy
November 26th, 2008 · No Comments
Uno, Dos, Tres
October 29th, 2008 · 7 Comments
I am old and sheltered. Other people have been listening to U2 for years. In fact, they are old. But I didn’t listen to a whole song until this year. And I know, some people find them profound, others find them pretentious. But that’s not the point of this post.
A new friend gave me a […]
Haiku For Our Children
September 30th, 2008 · 3 Comments
Damp auburn hair. Blue
butterflies stamped on her cheeks,
nose, didn’t wash off.
“I miss my childrens
in Russia!” our daughter wept
at lights-out. Again.
Older than her brother,
she recalls the orphanage—
and, maybe, life before.
She learns directions, moves
furniture, decorates,
to control her world.
Butterflies on arms,
my son sleeps with books, all closed
except for Pirates;
Knobby knees at chin,
pj’s and pull-up thrown off.
His boy-doll’s nude, […]
You Should Be So Proud
September 26th, 2008 · 1 Comment
It’s a statement that is made often without a second thought. My father-in-law said this often after we’ve had a nice dinner out with our twin girls. “You should be so proud that they are so well behaved in public places,” he’ll say. And, yes, we are very proud that MOST of the time they […]
