We sat in the waiting room surrounded by other kids and their parents, all wearing the same look of apprehension. We waited for someone, anyone, to step out from behind the sealed door, call our kid’s name, and usher us back into the inner sanctum of the surgeon’s offices. From the waiting area, I counted four doors, each leading to…
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Community and finding your place in it
It’s gone a bit quiet on the East coast front. The kids spent the last week in summer camp, and I spent it sitting around with a book in one hand and the best conversationalist in the world holding the other. I finished a book and started a second, and for the most part I ignored the internet, with the…
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Historians
The house is quiet. I woke up and lay in bed alone for an hour thinking my thoughts. When I have time and silence, it’s always a surprise what shows up. Memories scramble out from the dusty attic of my middle-aged brain, memories I haven’t thought about in a long time–the day my twenty-one year old boyfriend (now husband) asked…
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A certain slant of light
We’ve been back in the US for a year now. Last summer, we sent the kids off to summer camp from our temporary home (a hotel room), and they came back to a new house with mostly empty cupboards and a few blank rooms . This summer, we sent them from a house stuffed to overflowing, from rooms filled with…
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Rubies: on parenting older kids
My little one went to the Farmer’s market with the neighbors and a few bucks in her pocket. She picked cherries the color of rubies from a bin and she filled half a brown paper bag with them. She brought them home and pulled them from her backpack with pleasure written all over her face. “I bought them for you,…
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