[Quiet Thoughts] Of Who We Are and Who We Were

Photo: June of 1998. The end of 8th grade. The evening of the spring formal. The beginning of something, the end of another.   On Tuesday afternoon, I got my boys dressed, put a pretty summer dress on and drove on down to Roxbury. My former students–three graduating classes worth of former students–were gathering for…

The Lessons We Learn

A father gives his daughter the world, one piece at a time. Through his love, protection and stewardship, a father can give his daughter the ultimate gift: power. The power to walk through the world independent, smart, and unencumbered. Intangible, the power that each little daughter walks out into the world with comes through the…

Quiet Thoughts: Loud House, Home House

Photo: A collaborative effort between Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. I’m calling it “Joy is a Collaborative Effort.” Glitter glue and colored pencil on white paper. It’s Friday morning. One of the last Friday mornings of this incredible summer, and I’m feeling really good. I got up at 6 to bake the weekly muffins–the husband…

A Plea From the Silent (and Invisible) Majority

Photo credit: Odenton Patch  A picture of a neighborhood similar to where the student in my story lived. When I was student teaching outside of Fort Meade, Maryland, there was a Black teacher on my grade-level team who asked if she could take me on a field trip after work. “For what?” I asked her–I…

Of Transience and Homemaking

  I am a woman moved. I’m sitting in the middle level of our townhouse, my front door is open to let in the light (the storm door is locked, but you and I both know that this is not really secure), the screen door that leads to my deck is open, letting in a…

Quiet Thoughts: The Words That Matter

Photo: Quiet Thoughts on a Friday deserve rainbows. Don’t they? So I’m talking with a friend this week about this blog and how it came about, and she asked me a poignant question that went something like this: “So, your friend challenged you to get involved where you live. What the hell does a blog…

Ways to Grow Stronger Ivy

Photo: Ursa Major on the day we brought him home. It was 18 very chilly degrees that morning. He wasn’t handled by a prince, nor was he put into a Range Rover, but it was still a special day. What parent isn’t thinking about those first 48 hours with their first born right now?  I…

Greeting the Sun on a Friday Morning

Photo: View from one side of my balcony. So I’m blogging and it’s 6:30, but I’ve been up since 5. Usually, if I’m up at 5, it’s because Ursa Minor has decided to wake up ridiculously early. This morning, I’m baby free and productive. I did some reading and some writing, and now my friday morning…

The Great Nap Boycott of 2013

Photo: Ursa Major during the happy times….the napping times…   “We don’t need sleeping, Mama, we’re playing with trucks!” “We don’t need a nap, Mama!” “We want out, Mama!” “We don’t need milk and a nap, Mama, we’re playing!” These are the campaign slogans of Ursa Major, who is currently boycotting the daily nap. Yesterday…