“We get to do it again!”

Photo: Back of a Whale Watch boat. Atlantic Ocean. Joy.   Ursa Minor woke up this morning as a genuine, certified 7-year-old. To celebrate, we got him up early, dressed him in layers, pumped him full of cereal, then threw him in the minivan. The website said to be at the boat a minimum of 45…

“So, ARE you?”

Photo: Ursa Minor’s castle art work for the Fairy Tale unit at school.   This morning was the Fairy Tale Tea at Minor’s kindergarten class. We got the invitation last week and were like, d’oh! We’re busy enough and then the random school thing pops up. Anyway, we all piled in the car this morning and went…

The Test of Tomorrow

Photo: Oh, we fancy.   Ok really, I have to start out this post with a photo. Because yesterday, I drove for over an hour in morning traffic to get back into the city, deep down into Jamaica Plain, the old neighborhood where I used to do my teaching, to see a friend who happened to have this: …

[Short Post] So close…

Photo: Foolish boys doing foolish tricks…   Ursa Minor has the sniffles. Ursa Minor has the sniffles!!! I ought to just let that be the blog post. I ought to just let those be the only words and just walk away from my computer. For real. What more is there to say? That’s a whole…

Liberation!

Photo: A little fuzzy, a little smelly, a little dirty… but totally and fully free! That’s the smile of a boy who has his primary arm back! Woo hoo!   I cannot properly express to you the supreme, yet simple, joy of standing next to Minor at the kitchen sink and watching him wash his…

[Quiet Thoughts] The Kids are Alright

Photo: Ursa Major gets off the bus every day and immediately goes to check on the garden. What’s sprouting? What’s taller? How are the strawberries? Well, the strawberries seem to be doing alright. And so are my kids. The kids are alright.   “So, I have to tell you something,” I said from the front…

And So the Healing Begins

Photo: The fact that this child is still the purest sunshine is just… everything. Really, it’s everything to me.   I saw five Black men during my day yesterday. I’m pretty sure that’s a record since I’ve moved to MetroWest. A valet, a security officer, a greeter at the specialist’s office, and two dads. I…

Buckle, Shift, Bind, Heal

Photo: Ursa Minor’s hand being prepped for a splint.   It had been such a lovely party. The Husband had built a roaring fire. The food was excellent.  The drinks were crisp and responsibly consumed. Hot dogs and s’mores were cooked over open flame. Star Wars was watched during the exciting moments, ignored during the…

Little Helper

Photo: Wild turkeys are a thing here in Massachusetts. They are protected for some reason and they are mean little suckers. Aggressive and big and slow to move. Just awful. I’m really not a fan. Usually they rove around in little posses, flexin’ on mailmen and poor people just trying to walk to and fro….

They are Mean Sometimes

Photo: Springtime daffodils are a special treat, especially on a gray and rainy day like today. For them to be gifted from a friend’s garden makes them particularly special. Kissed with the drops of today’s rainfall, the petals were the perfect subjects for my macro lens. Water is life, Dear Reader. I love the way…