Month: November 2018

Let’s Talk About Books, Baby

Last summer I read every young adult novel ever written, including every fantasy series. All of them. And then I inexplicably moved into murder mysteries, which I never thought was my genre. But, it turns out, actually is. I have a blackened heart, apparently. With that introduction, I give you: Everything Tana French has Written To Date In the Woods,…

Beauty for Ashes

You know that therapy exercise (for those who’ve been to therapy, like me–yay therapy #therapyiscool) where they have you examine what you’re feeling, and then step back and examine what you are thinking in association with those emotions? It’s like the amazing human ability to look at our feelings as an observer and tease out why the emotions are occurring,…

Thanksgiving Miracle

“I suck at parenting” I said into the phone, to Jeff, after spending another morning being Truman’s cattle-driver, torturer, and worst enemy–all in the name of getting him to school. I’ve been a parent for seventeen years and yet what do I know about effective parenting? It doesn’t feel like much on days like today. Truman wouldn’t get ready for…

Mulling Over the Good Gifts

In a spirit of Thanksgiving, I’m pondering things for which I’m profoundly grateful. It’s appropriate for this month, but really for anytime, always. Being Well After having been sick for several weeks, I’m thankful for health, and modern medicine, and hot showers. Emerging from illness is like breaking free from an eggshell and giving thanks that life can be big…

Tiny Thankful Letters

Dear November, You’re a beautiful woman of a certain age. There’s loveliness in maturity, and you’ve got it.   Dear Murder Mysteries, Why did it take me my whole life to find and appreciate you? Let’s get married.   Dear My Students, I love you all so bleeping much. You’re adorable and amazing. Stop emailing me late papers.   Dear…

Empathy and Equilibrium

My littlest boy is seven years old today and I’m like, “what.” I can truthfully say that Truman’s birth was the actual beginning of the most trying and refining period of my life. I honestly don’t even know if anything I have yet to experience will come close to the deeply difficult, yet transforming experience that was the half dozen…

I Don’t Like Halloween

I’ve written before about how Halloween is a sad day for me. It just is. I suppose I have PTSD from all the years when my children on the spectrum struggled mightily to both embrace and tolerate the excitement and sensory overload of this particular holiday. I don’t like the way it makes my kids into overwrought child-shaped tornadoes. Too…