He Astounds Me While the World Scares Me

I was so excited about writing a happy-happy-joy-joy post this afternoon. Ursa Major, in his 2-year-old muchiness, has been absolutely astounding over the last few days and I’ve saved up a few precious moments just for today. Wednesdays are also drop-off playgroup day, so I had 2 hours without him to go about my business, so…

In the Fall, My Son is Attending a Segregated Preschool

My acute anxiety around preschool has been articulated multiple times on this blog. It is glorious and frustrating and exhilarating and depressing and magnificent that I’m going to be sending my son to a wonderful preschool in the Fall. After much searching and interviewing and praying and decision making, we chose a small school in…

Interpersonal Power Dynamics within Race and Class

Good grief,  it has been a rough few days. Mostly because The Husband decided that he was sick on Thursday night, and then he stayed home on Friday–it screws up the whole groove when he is home. I was like “dude, you are in my way.” We also didn’t hear from the bank regarding our bid…

It’s so simple, it’s down right stupid…

  Photo Credit: New York Daily News I don’t know if this story has been playing anywhere outside of Massachusetts. If it isn’t, let me explain: A 5 year-old brings a toy gun to school, not for any particular reason, but he brings it to school. The toy gun is very obviously a toy gun,…

Ain’t I Worth Saving?

It’s International Women’s Day. I’m sitting here thinking about the state of things. Yesterday, the President signed the Violence Against Women’s Act, with much fanfare and flourish, and I watched it live with happiness. I am blessed to be a woman who has not been physically abused by a partner, but the statistics about domestic violence…

Segregation, Good Schools, and Homebuying in The North

  Photo Credit: The Library of Congress Looking for a home is nothing like the fun that House Hunters and Property Virgins on HGTV makes it look like it’s supposed to be. I wish I had a lovely realtor out there to help me out, showing me awesome properties and helping me negotiate. I’m getting none…

Joy, Hope, and Spring

  Before I get into the personal stuff, I have to rant for a moment: I saw this article this morning from my NPR station, and I got really angry. It is so irresponsible for middle-class and upper-middle class folk to decide that preschool isn’t “so” important or isn’t necessary. Preschool is essential for some segments of…

The Journey of Discipline and the Reflection Required for Each Step

  Photo Credit: Baby Half Off The last few days have been emotionally draining. As I wrote on Friday, but boys are beginning the necessary and infuriating negotiation of shared space and shared stuff. When I’m not wiping runny noses (I feel like these boys have been sick for 3 weeks running), I’m refereeing a…

Spheres of Influence or A House Divided (stands just fine)

Photo Credit: Riot of Passage I’m a feminist who is a house wife. Live with it. Or bite me. I’d rather you just live with it. I have a master’s degree from one of the most prestigious colleges in the country, I had a great career before I got pregnant, I was the breadwinner in the…