By Beck (Thanks to a technical glitch at my house – Now Home To Technical Glitches All The Time! – the melancholy post I wrote for today has been lost and in its place is this melancholy post from February of 2007. Let’s hope this one posts, or I’ll be forced to start using The…
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Family Tree
By Beck My husband and my oldest child were sitting on the kitchen floor yesterday, making corn dollies. My husband is the one to go to for any task that involves manual dexterity, and even though he came home from work very sick with a summer cold, he still patiently sat there making little heads,…
Seven Deadly Me’s.
By Beck I’ve been writing a lot about jealousy this week, although I don’t know why. Jealousy is a horrible thing to admit to, a terrible pettiness, and I am a very jealous person. Not just of people who have things financially better than me, but also of people who have talents that I covet,…
Seven Years Ago
By Beck I originally posted this back at my original, now defunct blog, and it’s always been one of my favorites. While I was reading through an old diary this week, I realized with a jolt that the events in this post happened very close to this time seven years ago , and so I…
DW and The Perils Of Parenting
By Beck My husband and I frequently sit around and pick on cartoon character’s parents. Not the parents on cartoons for older kids, because they are uniformly buffoonish and dangerously negligent, but the parents on shows for LITTLE kids. Arthur Read’s parents, for example: they stink. Both work from home and yet Arthur runs around…
The World’s Biggest Snowball
By Beck I got another big shipment of books this afternoon, mostly parenting or crafts with kids or family activities type books, and was quickly overwhelmed with the desire to curl up someplace quiet and read for several days, which reminded me of a friend’s joke: “Go away! Mama’s readin’ her parentin’ magazine.” I love…
This Is Not Really About Laundry
By Beck The first thing I do in the morning is sleepwalk to our laundry room and throw a new load of laundry into the washing machine. It’s automatic now – I’m pretty sure that my kids will have memories when they’re older of the sound of the washer as they ate their breakfast, the…
Summer Change
By Beck Summertime drives me a little bit crazy. It’s great in theory, but like many things that are great in theory (holiday dinners! getting married!), it’s a whole lot irritating. It’s too hot much of the time, and the kids are fretful and melting, little sweaty people whining to go inside and watch some…