“Where is my HAT!? I can't go without my pink hat!” I shouted, stringing rainbow yarn through my sign. “And if I can't find my PINK hat, I can't just wear a DIFFERENT-colored hat!” I tore the mitten bench apart, then the closet, then the mitten bench...
This was the story I made up for the kids tonight. It starts the same as they always do. I cried a lot during this one. -- Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Henry and his little brother's name was Danny and his...
I can close my eyes and know I'm almost home by the angle of my body in the car and the degree of the turn. That motion, that particular sequence winding downhill to the house my father built and my mother designed, is so deeply...
I remember thinking, when I saw footage of the 2011 tsunami that hit Japan, how crazy it was that a disaster could turn houses, libraries, schools, museums, cars, people, into debris floating in the ocean. After Hurricane Katrina, my friend Emma went to help and photographed...
I've only scratched the surface with the things I'm going through at my parents' house. Maybe two boxes so far, and I haven't brought myself to throw anything away, which is probably a mistake. But Marz's death and this revisitation of time capsules from my...
So I've been trying to get Cory to go in on a third kid with me. He's not feeling it. He has good points. Like, how we're constantly close to the edge (or dangling over it by our fingertips) when it comes to balancing two kids....
Miss Conte, my favorite teacher, led schoolwide sing-alongs on her guitar at Sherburne Elementary School (Killington Elementary School). We belted out This Land is Your Land, Down by the Bay, and If I Had a Hammer, along with She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain, and Chicken Lips &...