Accidental abundance
So few aspects of life, left altogether untended, still reward us with beauty and bounty. Not so with our organic planter box, which I neglect year-round, and nonetheless explodes every summer into a lush strawberry patch.
Tweenship
The 10-year-old’s birthday falls at the lag-end of the Winter Break. Much as we celebrate her, it’s a dreadful time for a friends’ party: everyone’s over-traveled, overspent and generally nursing a revelry hangover. So this year, we threw her a half-year gathering instead. She wanted seven girls for a slumber party. And doughnuts. And indoor…
“Dreams: The Fake Lives You Have at Night”
The 8-year-old was tasked with creating a book in class, and this was her submission. In the past eight years, I have grown accustomed to the sawed-off Buddha who shares my home, the one who openly discussed death at 2, projects a stoic calm in moments of physical trauma, and has, from the beginning, regarded…