Tag Archives: #raisingdaughters

Hot Goods

One fine Friday afternoon, walking to my daughter’s soccer game, my friends pulled me into their woodworking shop and asked me to take… a sign from an old telephone booth. Really?  I mean, really? Your girls will love it, they insisted. … Continue reading

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Rain This Way

Cricket songs and screeching starlings. In little flashes, the world around us brightens in bits of red, preparing for autumn. My daughter, busy with middle school and soccer all day, leaves her hula hoop as a calling card for any … Continue reading

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A Single, Superlative Sentence

Like this cold September (what? covering gardens already?), reading Knausgaard is both exasperating and mesmerizing. Does he really live in a house with small children and can write about minutiae? Reading at the kitchen table, my bare toes rub over the sugary … Continue reading

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Library Book Find

These early August morning, mist nestles around the house. Laundry left overnight on the line wets again. I’m reminded of the first three days I lived in Vermont – 18-years-old, in unbroken mist, concealing this new landscape. I had no idea … Continue reading

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Art? Why?

Yesterday, while the 12-year-old girls swam in Greensboro’s perfectly clear Lake Caspian, I read on the beach, just me and a few gulls, a pair of kayakers pushing off. An older woman wandered down and waded into the water and … Continue reading

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Growing

Some friends have a baby who won’t sleep through a night. A gorgeous, round-cheeked laughing beauty of a baby. I’ve restrained myself from laughing, from outright teasing: I’ve never heard of a baby who keeps her parents up at night. My first … Continue reading

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Heart in the Hand

When my husband and I bought our first house, I intended to live there forever, unpack my two cast iron skillets, have a couple of kids, dig a vast garden, and stay. Then there’s that Robert Burns’ line John Steinbeck … Continue reading

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