(Tearful, at the end of an off-kilter day with lots of comings and goings) “Mama, if Pop-Pop and G-Mama leave and Dada is at the fire station and you go to work and Hyatt goes to the library and Ragland and Rambo go to the pet store, I’m gonna be lonely.”
When I was a counselor at Camp Hanover, I genuinely loved the bedtime routine. Especially with the littler campers–the six and seven-year-olds. It started with vespers, a sunset time of prayer and song. Then we’d play a few last rounds of freeze tag or foursquare and head back toward our campsite. Continue reading “Why Our Kids Share a Room”
Our older son’s name is Lincoln, and occasionally someone will say, “Oh, I like his name. How did you pick it out?” I’ll explain that of course we love the historical significance, and we generally like older-sounding names, but we actually got it from the show Prison Break. Keepin’ it classy. Yes, Lincoln Burrows was the inspiration for our rule-following first-born son’s name. Continue reading “Star Wars and Lincoln Skywalker”
It’s been unseasonably warm this past week, but the leaves are falling off the trees and our yard has a slick layer of pine needles. Fall, and really winter, is upon us. Am I ready? Nope. Spring – Summer was a delicious, busy blur, filled with moments I tried to savor. What follows is a recap of my favorite vignettes, lest I forget.
Bed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day? Continue reading “Boys ‘Round Here”
One of my all-time favorite professors told us there were “beer papers” and “coffee papers,” and he didn’t know which we should want ours to be. When he graded papers, he usually sat at a bar drinking beer or sat at a coffee shop drinking lots of coffee. He advised us to quibble over our grades if we needed to, because “I might have made a mistake. It might have been the caffeine. It might have been the alcohol.” Continue reading “Say What You Need. Stand On A Table If You Have To.”
One of the surest remedies against discouragement is thankfulness.
So, I’m going to climb out of the past six months’ busyness and sleep deprivation to reflect on a theme of joy that’s been playing in the background: thanksgiving for Rockville, a place I resisted. Continue reading “Rockville: A Post About Thankfulness”
As much as I complain about the onslaught of winter, I secretly like it. Winter is like the early morning. When I rally to experience it, I’m rewarded. It’s still and peaceful, the light and the blues and grays of the skies are different each day, and the coffee is so good. Continue reading “Nature Boys”