A Nation of Neither Angels nor Demons

Photo: My very good friend is a local glass artisan. Tracy makes a lot of beautiful work, but I think I love her acorns most of all. After Grandy passed away, she presented me with this one. Teal was always Grandy’s color and whenever I see it, I think of her. I have this one…

[Quiet Thoughts] Light Against the Darkness

Non-photo: It just wasn’t a week to take pictures, Dear Reader. But stay tuned next week. I’ve got a little surprise for you…   I had a moment in my car. I find that grief comes most acutely in the silent moments, alone and in my head. I was parked in front of my house,…

Talk Less, [Listen] More…

  So, it’s Wednesday, and Wednesdays are the crazy day of the week. The ultimate destination is guitar after school, which used to be a semi-relaxing time to sit and breathe after a long day. Post-election, the lady in charge who sits at the front desk, has needed to talk. And, as I explained last week…

[Quiet Thoughts] Where I'll Be

Photo: I’m making a ragdoll for the adopted daughter of one of my friends. The cotton I’m making her from, the perfect tone to match her skin (and mine) is named “soil brown.” I gasped when I read it on the spool in the store, even seethed a little. My reader/writer’s mind quickly reminded me…

What Do We Do Now?

  I just want to tell you that you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to choose, and you don’t have to let them choose for you. Ok, I’m lying. You do have to choose, but you have more than two options. There is this beautiful, wonderful third. I’m telling you that you don’t…

What Would You Have Me Tell Them?

  The Husband convinced me to get out on the Fourth and take two little boys for their first fireworks. I had a bad attitude about it all damn day, too. “It’s gonna be hot,” I said. “There is a good breeze,” he countered. “You’ve mowed the lawn and done other physical labor today,” I…

This Was My Morning

  Three white women speaking in the preschool hallway. Two of them are women I’ve known for three years. Their children were in Major’s toddler class and we’ve known each other fairly well. The third is a nanny for one of the richest families in our preschool community. A woman I’ve walked past every day…

Black and Suburban: Our Stories are Worth Telling

Photo: Miss Robinson’s Nursery School .n.d. Shorefront Legacy Center, Evanston, Illinois. Courtesy of the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture. [Disclaimer: Longtime readers know that I usually write a more serious essay right before Thanksgiving and wrap a little bit of commentary on American life into it. When the Schomburg Center for Research in…

Fundamental Questions

    Back in my days as a middle school teacher, I had the opportunity to attend a conference for history teachers and I was too excited to take the day away from my classroom to go mix and mingle with my own. Being in Boston, the conference was mostly centered on teaching American history,…

[Quiet Thoughts] Two Citizens to Raise

Photo: Two little boys at their first baseball game tonight. Doesn’t get more ‘merican than that! Minor league… super minor league, actually… but it was a lot of fun. Tried to go get the boys matching Orioles hats so we can rep right when we return to MetroWest. $50 at the game!?!?!?!?! Gonna head out…