To say there were never any grand expectations surrounding Valentine’s Day would be a lie. But I didn’t have to admit it. I never said it out loud, and even to myself it was wrapped in half-laughed-at daydreams. Still, sometimes, shuffling through the make-up aisles of Woolworth’s, I’d end up in front of the red boxes of chocolates with ruffled bows and wonder if this might be the year.
My pre-teen hand might have (maybe) drifted up, once or twice, to the velvety foot of an oversized teddy bear holding a ruffled candy heart. My mind might have (maybe) wandered to a dream-like moment of surprise, a blush, hands flying to hide my smile. I might have (probably) even imagined envious looks on certain classmates’ faces, girls with feathered hair and Lee jeans and non-imitation Izod-collared tees. Continue reading
Privacy is such an odd term these days, isn’t it? I can do a quick search to find out your address, how much you paid for your house, a photo of your kids, and what you liked on Facebook last week. Even so, there is a definite firewall of privacy that blocks especially painful information for private citizens. Suicides, affairs, bankruptcy, and so on all become sacred and untouchable when they happen to neighbors, friends, and family.
So why is it when it happens to those in the public eye that we feel ownership, even obligation to comment? What makes it suddenly okay to pass judgment and call them “fucking losers” or “privileged trash” or whatever suddenly seems appropriate as a way of venting bitterness towards those who have created a career in the public eye? Continue reading
One of my favorite things is happening upon my children reading — or just looking at — books. Just as I was, my children are very lucky in that they are surrounded by books of all types. We have beautiful art books, biographies, loads of picture books, I Can Read books by the score, paperbacks waiting for them to grow up just a *little* more, left over board books still showing signs of budding teeth, books that explore Mother Earth, space, and those that imagine how the dinosaurs lived.
I’m not boasting. It’s just that with one parent in publishing and another who taught literature, it can’t be helped. Books are what we choose to spend cash on; we don’t purchase much else in great quantity. Except ice cream.
That means that whenever they are curious, they can wander around and pick up a book and leisurely flip through their chosen tome. And that’s how a love of reading is born. That’s how a strong basis in literacy is born.
Libraries are amazing, necessary, and pillars of their communities. But there’s something particularly special about having a book that is yours. Yours to keep and write your name in and put a sticker in and return to again and again. And like anything that amazing, it doesn’t always come cheaply.
Want to help kids get books into their homes? Check out First Book and The Pajama Program and Reading is Fundamental.
Legislative change takes time. Which does not, under any circumstances, mean we sit back and wait. Oh no. No no no. No.
However, it does mean that if we want change, it needs more than passion and having Truth and Justice on its side. And after years and payments of blood, sweat, and many tears, gloating in Charlie Sheen style over hard-won success may feel good. So good!
But reality is that our laws, legal definitions of those laws, and even the US Constitution itself are changeable and a part of living documents — if we can make laws, they can be unmade, remade. Continue reading
With all the liking of big butts and wanting smaller butts and bemoaning flat butts and finding jeans to give you a round butt — how about we all just love our own butts for what they are: Exactly the right size.
Seems like the moonshine grid at yeah write it a good place for this sentiment.
I did all the right things. I spoke sweetly and slowly. I knelt down to look into her eyes. I had every confidence that my 5-year-old would cooperate, happily and without reservation. She stood in her Gi, eager to practice Cross Kata and “Be a big girl.”
“I’ll be back in ten minutes. I just need to pick up your brother.” I had scheduled myself into a corner: karate class drop-off, drive across town, drumming class pick-up, return for karate pick-up. It was the exact sort of ridiculous “the kids must have it all!” sort of life I had always sworn to scoff at, not make my own.
My anxiety about rushing to my next stop transferred to my youngest. “But Mommy, I want you.” I smiled small, and held her gently by the shoulders. I should have known I wasn’t fooling either one of us. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. You won’t even know I’m gone.” Brown eyes blinked, bottom lip pouted. “I want you, Mommy.” Continue reading
I never win on-line contests. Well, not NEVER, but not usually. In fact, I rarely enter them because sometimes the entries can be a wicked pain in the neck. However, I heard about a giveaway from Binkies and Briefcases from a fellow NJ Digital Mom member, and since I always used “binkies” as well, I was onboard.
And I won! I could have chosen any of the gorgeous handmade scarves, baby booties, hats, and hip boot cuffs from the new etsy store Neon Fireflies. I almost chose a warm and cozy hat for one of my kids — you know, the selfless Mom thing to do. But then I remembered the scratchy, not terribly wind-resistent scarf I had last winter, and I went for an infinity scarf. I’ve never had an infinity scarf, but I thought that eliminating the need to knot a scarf would make my mornings just that much less complicated. But the big news is that I chose hot pink. Continue reading
Considering the amount of last night’s gusts whipping wind chimes off their hooks, with the scattered mess the waiting recycling bins brought this morning, not too many might be seeing wind as admirable. But I’ve resolved to find beauty in as much as possible. So I give you this most excellent website for WIND. Check it out here: Wind Map.
This map is from October 30th, 2012. A day of wind that definitely needs some beauty.
Keep in mind this is an ART project, and you can actually get prints of some of the most beautiful maps, if you want. The site creators make that plain with sincerity and humor.
The wind map is a personal art project, not associated with any company. We’ve done our best to make this as accurate as possible, but can’t make any guarantees about the correctness of the data or our software. Please do not use the map or its data to fly a plane, sail a boat, or fight wildfires
I found this super-cool site when I came across this tweet from @eliotter.
UPDATE: If you want to see another rendering, this is pretty AMAZING. Thanks to Scott Olson from @NJHighlands for sharing on Twitter!