A long time ago in a disagreement with my estranged husband, I found him fighting tooth and nail on our material possessions and what I didn’t know then but know now is that was his emotional vocabulary (stunted, I admit, but nonetheless the only tools in his toolbox). Luckily, after a bit of time I understood that the fight was toxic and that it was poisoning me and so I said, have at it, it’s…
As a sign of the times, we couldn’t keep our eyes open till the end of the Oscars. We had taped it but still even fast forwarding through commercials we were toast. Woke this morning to my NYT update: Breaking News Alert The New York Times Sun, March 07, 2010 — 11:57 PM ET —– Kathryn Bigelow Wins Best Director Oscar for ‘The Hurt Locker’ Kathryn Bigelow, director of the Iraq war thriller “The Hurt Locker,”…
I was talking to someone recently who didn’t understand blog from Twitter from Facebook and here are my explanations: Facebook – like slam books from when I was in grade school. We all carried spiral back composition books our friends wrote in spontaneously. Twitter – like fence talk, you tell your neighbor you heard Sam’s dog is loose again, and then he tells his neighbor and so on and so on. Blog – as a…
Spring is in the air and today was just over the top wonderful with blue skies, cotton ball clouds, and lots of outdoor time. I made coconut shrimp and udon noodles for lunch and afterwards, Tin and I went over to the little park by Cabrini and he wandered around amidst the 4 and 5 year olds that were running up and down and all around. Then we went on the swing and it was…
Gone are the days of the Oscar parties at my house where I would have semicircles of chairs and plenty of catty critics to narrate the red carpet. Now Oscar night is about curling up in the flannels and getting through the first half. I’m rooting for Hurt Locker to sweep the awards – Bigelow deserves it, the screenwriter deserves it. We watched Inglorious Bastards last night and it was signature Tarantino – tense the…
After so much up and down for nearly two years, we are finally on a nice little stretch here – spring is the air, Tin is more than we could have asked for in a son, the economy though not recovering to any great lengths is moving ahead, and so we are looking forward to the year. The other day a friend was over and he was telling us all the horror stories of his…
Yesterday and today the front porch was calling again to come sit outside and feel the sun on your cheeks and watch the world come out yet again to play. I saw the recent widow and wanted to approach her with my condolences but she was on her phone. This morning as T1, T2 and Loca headed to the park for some playtime, I got on my bike and rode to the lakefront with God…
I asked friends not to bring presents and instead bring words of wisdom for Tin. My favorite entry in his birthday book is a toss up between almost two year old Ruby’s “Poo Poo Poo” and much older Brady’s “Don’t Cook Bacon Naked.” Maybe the winner should go to Brady who drove to the party on his souped up electronic wheelchair that had been custom fitted with a double seat and was lit up like…
Tin’s birth certificate came today where it says I’m his mom – got to love it! I felt bad that the entry for dad is empty and we had just been speaking about the need to surround Tin with good male role models. Then a friend stopped by and he carried Tin up and around and back and forth and I watched him as I sat at the table eating my salad thinking, okay, we…
We woke this morning after the celebration and I felt like I had a hangover – but I hadn’t touched a sip of wine or beer, maybe it was the carrot cake and ice cream that I had even though sugar and sweets are on my Lent fast. But you have to eat your’s son’s first birthday cake – it’s a rule. Meanwhile, on the front door was a rude campaign flyer from Jay Batt,…