Getting back is hard to do
It was hard to believe, when my alarm went off at 6:15 this morning, that only yesterday morning we were undertaking that overburdened-by-beach-bags, heat-drenched, glorious clamber up the dune...
View ArticleIt's not all about the money
L. used to be my craft kid. He loved crafts when he was small and I loved coming up with new and stimulating things for us to do together. We have bins of craft supplies carefully hoarded from yard...
View ArticleWhen life gives you lemons...
This week was definitely The Week That Got Away From Me. You know, one of those weeks that starts out fairly manageable, but then explodes out of control by Tuesday night and by Thursday you're...
View ArticleUnder the radar
I used to have a very fine-tuned, over-active Mama Radar. Mama Radar is the name I give to that part of your brain and body that is always tuned to your children's needs while you sleep, ready to...
View ArticleSweet dreams
For over a month now, T. has been smitten with the idea of making--not chocolate chip cookies, or rice krispie treats or bread, even, but petit fours. You know, those tiny, prettily decorated cakes...
View ArticleJewel trees
I have a weakness for glittery things, including beads and shiny stones. This is probably why, weeks ago, I bought on impulse some jars of those clear glass stones that are sold to fill up vases and...
View ArticlePysanky eggs
Last year I came across a kit for dying eggs Ukrainian style--called Pysanky. I pondered whether to get it or not, but I decided that even though I wanted to dye eggs that way, T. was probably a tad...
View ArticleEndings
I feel it coming--the end of summer. Do you? It's just around the corner, crouched there, and every now and then I catch a sight of it. I pretend I don't see it, though, even though the signs are all...
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