Tag Archives: teenagers

Making Sense?

At dusk, after washing the dishes, my daughter agrees to go on a walk with me — she is clearly good-humoring me. It’s cold, and I sense she doesn’t care all that much about the gorgeous blue horizon. Plus, she’s … Continue reading

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Political Art? Or Just A Lot of Stuff Kicking Around?

A tower of filing cabinets? My 13-year-old is simultaneously entranced and dumbfounded. I don’t get it. Maybe, I suggest, we shouldn’t think about getting it but just take it in. She gives me that look perhaps unique to only young … Continue reading

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Cobweb Sweeping

When my daughters suggest a Saturday afternoon skiing with me, I’m immersed in that eternal list of must do, must do, as if the universe’s spin depended on my crossing out whatever rises next on the list. Maybe I’m simply utterly … Continue reading

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In the Gloaming

Even the kids remark on the darkness. In our kitchen, the girls baking cookies after school turn on the overhead light. At my library, the little children play outside in the afternoon dark, rolling down the snowy hillside in their … Continue reading

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Parenting

On a Philip Larkin jag, I think of his lines as I’ve driving with my 19-year-old up the switchbacks climbing the mountainside from the Connecticut River to Danville. They fuck you up, your mum and dad.     They may not … Continue reading

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Sparkles

The phone rings early this morning with news of the third snow day in November. Complex math and prediction skills aren’t needed to guesstimate that school for my 8th grader will drag far into June — sweet, rose-scented June. In … Continue reading

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Small Thing

While my 13-year-old chatted with a woman in an office today, I leaned back, yawning, thinking about another cup of coffee. The woman’s low leather boots were worn at the heels. She was well-dressed with a silk blouse and gray … Continue reading

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