Monthly Archives: December 2014

Fortunate Happenstance

I’m almost embarrassed to tell you how much I love the movie Serendipity. I say almost because I’m actually really not embarrassed at all—it’s a guilty pleasure. I love the crap out of that kind of crappysappy movie. It was where I got the idea to leave little notes —…

Why I Am Probably Moving To A Kibbutz

The only house in my price range in the neighborhood I’d ideally like to live in burned down. No, really. It’s a lovely house from the outside and sort of exactly what I’d like to pay for a home, and on a quiet street too. Now, I’m willing to overlook…

Not Film-Worthy, Really

A long time ago, when Miss Emily was just a wee little thing, we received a giant video camera as a gift. Back in 2001—in the technological olden days—when we didn’t have iphones or affordable digital cameras, I would click, click, click my way through a 24-photo roll of film…

Parenting Confession: Yes! I Help My Kids With Their Homework

Here’s a confession: I help my children with their homework.  Cue the collective GASP! from the audience.  Now, I’m going to circle back around to this obvious character flaw, but first I want to talk about the park. (It’s a metaphor.) I’m the parent at the park that people write…

Needing The Quiet To Remember The Noise. A Perspective Tale

There’s this thing that happens when I come home from a long trip, when I crawl into my own bed after spending days and days sleeping in a different bed. I forget that the bed is too small, I forget that it’s too high off the ground. I forget that…

Not The Worst Feels Pretty, Well, Not The Worst

So I watched a man not get eaten by an anaconda this weekend like he had originally promised. “Moooooooommmmm, you said you were going to buy me a new water bottle today and watch the end of that movie with me waaaaaaah and pack me an actual lunch instead of…

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