"She is too fond of books and it has turned her brain." –Louisa May Alcott
My daughter was born two weeks before Christmas.
That will be fine, we assured ourselves. Two weeks is a long time.
I am here to tell you: it is not a long time.
Continue reading “The Unfairness of the December Birthday”
Four years ago, this little darling came into my life and made me a mother of two. She is the sweetest, most loving little girl I could ever ask for, with a creative soul and a feisty heart and a big, beautiful brain.
Happy birthday, Love.
My birthday’s on Saturday and I still don’t know how I feel about it. My mom is probably most frustrated about that fact–she’s been trying to plan a celebration and I’ve been giving her nothing.
Well, not NOTHING. A lot of sighs. Some “I don’t know”s. A whole lot of shrugging.
And now, a video–with several cameos by her grandkids.
How do you feel about birthdays? Has it changed over the years? Does everything change as you get older and WILL ANYTHING EVER BE SIMPLE AGAIN?!?!?!?
I have often been told (mostly by people who don’t believe in such things) that I am an old soul. I was an intelligent and obedient child, quick to finish my homework and patient about standing in line. I was not, for the most part, a problem–and so, for the most part, I was ignored.
Continue reading “More Forty Than Thirty: A Treatise on Self Care and [Finally] Growing Up”
The Sensitive, Bookish Type 