Month: January 2015

Reasons I am Turning Into My Parents

1. I hum tunelessly while driving my kids around. This is a Shirley thing. Her humming is the soundtrack to my teen years. Also, she did lots of happy finger-snapping, which I also do now. It’s strange how these things happen. 2. I’m overprotective about any dark chocolate in the house. Could I be any more like my dad? He…

1981

I woke up early the morning of our departure and panicked when my mom said today was the day. I tried to stuff piles of coloring books into a tiny canvas bag that was much too small to hold them. I was four years old when my family drove across the country to Connecticut for my dad’s sabbatical at Yale.…

New Year, Same Old

I’m not doing a post about goals for the new year. I refuse to set resolutions. Last year, I wrote about why. Currently my world is about survival, hence the blog name. We are holding on tightly, trying not to blow away in the wind gusts of difficult behaviors. I do not need more projects. I need endurance. I need…