Category Archives: The Girl

I get weirdly compulsive when I’m busy, or when stress overwhelms me. When my brother-in-law lay dying in a hospital, I cleaned closets till the wee hours of the night. When my kids were little, I counted. Steps up the … Continue reading →

Sixteen years ago (and a few hours), I looked like this. That’s my then-six-year-old son cheesing it up in the foreground, for perspective. When pregnant women tell me they think they’re “huge” I think of this image and chuckle. Women … Continue reading →

It was a rough year. No one in our family is sad to see eighth grade come to a close. The girl is looking forward to high school and all the promise of more advanced studies, a larger pool of … Continue reading →

Last year I wrote about the girl’s first foray into the public school class “Family Life,” a nice euphemism for Sex Ed. This year, in seventh grade, the curriculum is getting a bit more detailed. Last night, after dinner, she … Continue reading →