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Hands of Time

Posted on September 27, 2013

The girls were playing outside after an intense 45 minutes running their spelling, working through their math, and gleefully reciting poetry. I should say that it was intense for me, juggling their desire to each be my main focus and the reality that when it comes to NY Common Core 4th Grade math assignments, I cannot multitask. Snacked up and amped up, they’d bolted outside before I said there was more studying to be done. Watching out the window I couldn’t help but think how choppy these passages are for me. Just when I feel as if I’ve mastered the rhythm of something, I look up and it’s as if the music has changed, my body swaying to a ballad as the sounds of…

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Power of Two

Posted on September 18, 2013

“If it’s possible, Jeannie and I would like to talk to you and Sean about something tonight. Nothing bad. Happy news.” I’d been talking to Sean’s mom about various bus drop-offs and pick-ups when she asked. “Sure, we should be home around 8,” I told her. “Ok, sounds great. See you then,” she chirped. We’d driven to Saratoga earlier in the day and talked about the call. “Now, tell me again, how did she say it?” Sean asked me. “She just said that they’d been trying to find a time to talk to both of us, but that the four of us never seem to be around at the same time. She said it was happy news,” I shrugged. He didn’t say anything. The…

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Yes, you.

Posted on September 12, 2013

Believing in your dreams is not reserved for kids, in fact one of the greatest things we can do for our kids is show that dreaming lasts forever. Are yours gathering dust? Special thanks to: Alexandra, for making my head swing at handwriting, which takes me back to my childhood when my mom did the lettering for calligraphy books in Eugene, Oregon. Aidan, who so generously shares her pursuit of dreams and happiness. Old Navy, for having this flippy, fun shirt that has reminded me to dream in the most impossibly soft and comfortable way!

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Posted on September 11, 2013

Twelve years ago at this time we were just waking up. An hour from now we’d be in the car on the way to the realtor’s office off Commonwealth Avenue. We were going to sign the lease on our first place together. Twelve years ago there were no wedding rings, no babies, no company. We were just two twentysomethings, in love and ready for the next step. The sky was impossibly blue. I had just flown back from California the day before.  My plane for Seattle was leaving Logan at a little after 9am, one more trip to visit my family before my new job started. After we signed the lease we walked out of the office, the plan was for me to take…

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