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On Ending Another Swim Season

Ransom had his swim championships last weekend. He swam well, and I remembered that I am not a good bleacher parent, although I am getting better. I have the talk with myself before we arrive. I will not yell at the edge of the pool like a raving looney or flap my...

Five Years Ago

Half. That’s how many birthmothers change their minds about adoption after giving birth. Can you blame them?   Five years ago, I was teaching first period English 8 when they called to tell us that they were inducing and to stand by. I thought we would have a day or...

94

Today, my grandfather turns 94. I have no words for how he has inspired me to live well.   Happy birthday Popo!

Not Quite Bilingual

Last week, I heard the front door slam for the thirtieth time, followed by my oldest son Ransom yelling up the stairs, “Mom! I need to learn Italian!” “Great idea! Clearly that will be a huge help in JAPAN this summer,” I shot back. He went on to explain that there...

The Experiment: Halfway

We’re halfway through our year-long experiment of school from home. People ask me how it is going. I respond, “It’s a disaster.” I’m only half-kidding. While I want to be hypercritical of the whole thing, I have to admit we’re doing the best we can, and it’s going...

Boys to Men

This is my son Ransom.   Eleven *gasp* years ago. I had to buy him shoes from the men’s department for the first time last week. I teared up and demanded that he stop growing immediately. It feels like he was just born the other day! He told me to pull it together,...