This week has been beastly. Sometimes, parenting should be hilarious but isn’t, because it’s actually happening. There you are cleaning cuts, or puke, or both, and then sort of getting on with your day. read more »
I don’t know about you, but I’m a total birthday crier. On the eve of my fifteenth birthday, I sat on the floor of my dad’s house, looking up at a full summer moon and sobbing uncontrollably –– overcome by the passing of time and the fleeting number of hours we have on this planet, already nostalgic for all the time that had passed.
So, if I were to tell you that in our family of four, three of us have July birthdays, you might worry that I’ve spent all of July in hysterics. Happily, the month is busy enough that my bouts of ennui are kept pretty well in check. Besides, there’s a lot of pie to be made. read more »
Brooklyn Supper is six! We’re actually a bit overdue, but it’s summer, so you’ll just have to let it slide. To celebrate, I made peach sorbet and poured Prosecco over it. Just the right kind of effervescent, tangy thing for yet another hot summer day. read more »
Summer things are happening! More specifically, Popsicle Week is happening. Organized by Billy of Wit and Vinegar, Popsicle Week is 37 bloggers making summer even better with 37 kinds of popsicles (maybe more?). Get a look at each and every delicious flavor on the Popsicle Week page.
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I don’t mention it much here, but in my past life, I was a painter. Not the kind who paints rooms, though I’m decent at that too, but the kind who paints pictures. I’ve even done a few turns adjuncting here and there, but never really showed anything because my work was always almost ready. It was a kind of permanent dissatisfaction, my aesthetics lagging behind my fumbling fingers. read more »
Lately, just making it from one day to the next feels like an accomplishment. Not that there’s anything out of sorts around here –– my days tend to get sucked into the chaos of helping two little kids through their day. It’s all the little things that one would fully expect from life with a six and two year old. But all those little things add up to minutes and hours spent locating missing socks, lost lovies, discussing the finer points of potty use, or sorting out the latest disagreement. All this leads to a sense of stumbling through my days, with countless emails left unanswered and the chaos always barely contained. read more »