To begin, a couple of childhood flashbacks... The first time I entered the woods with the boys who have grown to be my dearest male friends, I was convinced they were going to hurt me. It probably says something about the girl I was that I followed them to their forest fort, despite my certainty … Continue reading Preparing to die
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My youngest son is obsessed with John Lennon and related dilemmas
Quinn asked me to load some Beatles on his iPad recently and I finally had a moment to do it this morning. He has been really into Here Comes the Sun and chose this song as our first tune of the day. Not a bad way to start a Sunday, I'd say. As the music … Continue reading My youngest son is obsessed with John Lennon and related dilemmas
I don’t hate guns
I hate what people use guns to do. Guns scare me, but I don't hate them. Today, more than two dozen people were massacred in a(nother) school shooting. Twenty-seven people, including 20 children, woke up today for the last time. I went for a run tonight and thought of the terror that was school today … Continue reading I don’t hate guns
Minding my Ps and Qs or adventures in parenting Quinn
My youngest son, Quinn, was born when I was 38. My pregnancy was considered "premium" and I had obstetrician appointments so frequently towards the end of my 40 weeks, that I joked I was going to pitch a tent in the waiting room to eliminate the driving back and forth. Maybe the humor I was … Continue reading Minding my Ps and Qs or adventures in parenting Quinn
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
The title of this post kind of sums up how I felt after a recent run. I had a stitch in my side that wouldn't quit and I was forced to slow to a walk more than once over the course of 5 miles. I didn't feel particularly strong and I wondered if I had … Continue reading Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
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